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reginyani · 6 days ago

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College Lecture | s.reid x reader

summary: the behavioral analysis unit are guest speakers for your college class, but one particular agent catches your eye

cw: season4!spencer, reader is flirtatious, year of 2009, possibly use of inaccurate technology for the year, college reader, usage of Y/N

wc: 864

authors note: the only way to promote fics on tumblr is to reblog, so please do so if you enjoyed! once again very short, but once again i'm very tired..

It was a cold winter morning, with snow falling on the college campus when Professor Coleman made a surprise announcement. The Behavioral Analysis Unit was going to visit the class that day. It would be a special lecture, with an example case that the students could interact with. You never expected to be in the same room with the highest unit in the FBI, let alone receive a lecture from them. With your interest in serial killers and forensic psychology, this lecture was a dream come true.

The hall buzzed with anticipation, and all the students were eager to finally have interesting guest speakers. As the lecture began, the team of agents introduced themselves. The unit chief, SSA Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, and Dr. Spencer Reid...

You were drawn to him. The way he spoke was shy and awkward, but his intelligence more than made up for it. Every time words left his mouth, you were captivated, almost as if he was hypnotizing you. Although the attractive agent was a distraction, you tried focusing on taking notes and listening to everyone speak.

You had many questions about the subjects and the example case, but you sat back and listened, observing the dynamics of the special guests. No matter how hard you tried to focus on the lesson, your mind and eyes kept wandering back to Spencer Reid.

The class ended in a blur. Everyone crowded around, hoping to catch a moment with the highly skilled profilers, which they did, but you stayed seated. When the students finally cleared out, you stood up, your plan now set in motion.

As Spencer tried to follow his team out the door, you stopped him. "Dr. Reid," you called, your voice light but loud enough for him to hear from a distance.

He quickly stopped walking and turned around, offering an awkward smile. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Yes?"

"I was hoping to get a moment with you. My names Y/N, and I have some follow-up questions about the lecture. May I?" You tilted your head slightly as you asked for his time, smiling. His cheeks flushed a little in nervousness, and his body stiffened slightly.

He opened his mouth, taking a moment to respond. "Yeah—of course," he said, still a bit caught off guard. His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he were scared to say the wrong thing.

You both moved aside, and you began asking your questions. You started off with some technical questions about profiling, making sure to keep things professional. He answered with his usual ease, but you could tell he was focused on you more than anything else. His eyes occasionally dropped to the ground, and his lips still wore that awkward, yet charming, smile.

"Doesn't your job take a psychological toll on you or your team? I mean, how do you deal with being around all that... darkness?" The question was sincere, and it seemed to catch him off guard. He furrowed his brows, studying you for a while before responding.

"Well, you're not wrong. It does, sometimes. But with a team, it’s a bit easier to handle. We sort of all look after each other. But honestly, books help me more than they do," he joked, chuckling a little. "I also like to play chess sometimes. It helps me relax and think."

You nodded, taking in his words. This was your opportunity. "Chess, huh? I've always wanted to learn how to play. Maybe you could teach me sometime?"

His eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw the hesitation. "I... uh... sure, yeah, I could teach you. I can't say I'm totally pro though."

You smiled, knowing your plan had worked. "Maybe we can exchange numbers? That way, we could set up a time to meet," you paused for a moment, taking out your phone and smirking. "and practice."

Spencer's mouth hung open, unsure whether to accept the offer. He blinked rapidly as he thought, noticing the shift in your energy. "Okay. Yeah, that... that sounds good. You can... put your number in here." He handed you his phone, and you type in your number and quickly save it.

"Thanks! Text me so we can set up a time," you said as you started walking away. "Bye, Dr. Reid."

You exited the room, and a few seconds later, Spencer did as well. He was then met by Emily and Derek, who raised their eyebrows at him. "Mind if you teach me some lessons?" Derek teased, and Emily laughed.

"Shut up!" was all Spencer could say as the team started walking out of the building together.

Later that night, Spencer sat on his bed, contemplating whether to text you. It’s not very professional, he thought. But his fingers didn’t follow that approach. He typed in your name and quickly wrote a message.

"Hey Y/N, what time would you be available for us to meet?"

He quickly sent the message, putting his phone away completely waiting for the vibration that you had responded. He didn't have to wait long though, as he felt one almost exactly a minute later.

"I'm free this Saturday, you?"

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imsandra · 4 months ago

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Red to Gold

Pairing: Eris x female reader

Summary: From the fire of the past are born the flames of a new beginning.

Warning: Mentions of torture, whipping, violence, death (nothing in too much detail), Beron. Let me know if anything happens. Word count: 1183

Notes:The idea came out of nowhere, I hope you like it. Leave your comments on what you think, suggestions, everything is welcome as long as it is with the motivation to teach and with respect.

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any spelling and grammar problems.

Original story, I wrote it myself. Please do not copy or plagiarize my story.

I appreciate the comments, reblogs and likes I receive.

Happy reading!

Master list

The sun would rise again over them.

That was what his mother always said whenever his father did atrocious things to her. His father wasn’t known for being the best; his tyranny was his strength and worth at that time, but it never led him to victory. So when Eris became the new High Lord after killing his own father, his dreams were plagued with nightmares of his past, but he always remembered his mother's words.

“The sun will rise again over us,” the Lady of Autumn would whisper to her children.

“How do you know?” Eris would always ask.

“Because one day, you'll feel that all the bad will go away, and the good will settle deep in your soul, healing the broken parts,” she said as she kissed his forehead.

“Mama, do you feel it?” he whispered. He had always been curious with her, only with her.

His mother took longer than usual to respond. She clung to her little son and answered:

“Yes, I feel it every day,” she finally said.

The little redhead, deep down, knew it was a lie. He knew his father tortured her. She thought that at 8 years old, he wouldn’t be aware of the atrocious things his own father could do. But Eris was always aware, and although he sometimes tried to defend her, which cost him several whippings, he knew his father would never show mercy to a child. So, Eris would have no mercy for him. Never.

When his brothers came into the world, he tried to protect them from Beron's torture, especially his younger brother, Lucien. The only one of his brothers with whom he formed a close bond. The only one he could save from his father's poison.

Lucien and Eris were united by their shared love for their mother. Eris tried to give him a peaceful childhood: he tried to play with him, teach him to read and write, teach him to defend himself. He didn’t care about the consequences that followed. He would do that and more for him and for his mother.

He promised himself: the sun would rise again over them.

A couple of years after becoming the High Lord of the Autumn Court, he found his mate; he found his sun. Y/N was his sun during his dark nights when the storm raged through his body. It was she, with her light, who made him shine like a diamond. His life improved with her, and his mother couldn’t be happier for him, and he couldn’t be happier with her, because he could finally live a free life.

He could never blame her for wanting freedom. Everyone deserved that. Freedom.

Now, while lying on the couch in his home with his little redhead asleep on his chest, he knew his mother was never wrong.

All the bad was going away, and the good was binding to his soul, mending his broken parts.

His little girl stirred on his chest. He gently stroked her back, with tenderness, with love, with the affection that only his mother had taught him, what it meant to be both father and mother at the same time. He swore that the moment his daughter, Emberlyn, was born, he would do whatever it took to give her a childhood full of joy and peace, everything he didn’t have. He would give it to his children.

Emberlyn was his little sun, his passionate little warrior, and even though she was now 5 years old, she was still his little baby. The little redhead claimed to be a little adult, but the fact that she was now lying on her father, her head buried in his neck, showed she was still a baby.

If those thoughts came to light, Emby would get a bit upset and tell her father to have a small sword battle until one of them won. That's why she was his little warrior.

Who would’ve thought his girl was such a fan of swords?

The scent of his mate filled the room; she had entered through the door that connected to the garden. Emby had been helping her mother in the garden they had built together before ending up in her father's arms, fast asleep.

“I love you,” Eris told his wife.

His wife only smiled radiantly before approaching him. When she reached him, she leaned in to kiss him; their lips met gently. A kiss full of so much love, soft as a feather. Both parted, breathless; if it were up to them, they would stay like that for eternity. But they had to breathe at some point.

“I love you more, dear husband,” Y/N whispered near his lips.

Eris made space for her so she could lie down with them. His wife slid onto the couch and nestled into the arm her beloved husband offered her. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder and buried her face in his neck, inhaling his rich scent.

“Maybe we should have another,” Eris said quickly.

“Another what?” the woman responded.

“Another baby,” he said with a smile.

Y/N only laughed and pulled her face out from Eris' neck. She looked at him with a smile; she would never tire of seeing his face, the shape of his nose, his kissable lips, his beautiful freckles adorning his cheeks. Eris locked his gaze with hers, and countless moments flashed through his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was building such a wonderful life as a husband, father, and High Lord of his court.

“I’ll give you all the children you want, my love,” she said with a giggle. She kissed his jaw and buried her face back in her beloved's neck.

The redhead just chuckled, causing his daughter to stir. Emby just wriggled around; she seemed to be a heavy sleeper, just like her mother.

The High Lord of the Autumn Court was more than happy. And though sometimes that happiness was clouded by horrible moments from his past, it was his present that brought him back. His doubts about not being a good father were answered in the moments he shared with his baby. She loved him and reminded him that he was raising her in the best way possible.

He would build that legacy worthy of being told in future generations.

The sun would rise again over them.

*divider by @tsunami-of-tears , thank you.

I red you!

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fun-sized-owl · 8 days ago

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The Devil and the Servant

Part XXVIII – The Toy Master

Warning: adult themes, sexual themes.

I'm the master of toys And all you girls and boys Are welcome to my wonderland I'm the angel of joy And I'm here to paint the void Welcome to my world To my dream factory--Avantasia, The Toy Master.

" The Crown of Karsus. "

Haarlep's head tilted when he heard the words fall theatrically from Raphael's lips, the cambion's pose just as confident as his voice, a hand at his hip as his wings flared, the other curled into a fist, as if he stood on a stage before a hundred men. Ever the actor, Raphael was. A name that had been heard in fleeting, if he were honest, and every time Raphael had mentioned it, his mood would turn sour, like it was some sort of sore spot. Haarlep knew what it was, because Mephistopheles had told him many hundreds of years ago. It was why he'd been crafted. To take Raphael's mind off the relic that Mephistopheles had stashed away. But he didn't know the intimate details, and certainly not Raphael's side of the dramatic tale of how Karsus had fallen and taken a whole city with him. "And what exactly is the Crown of Karsus, my sweet little duke?" the incubus asked, tail swaying as he sat on the settee within the House of Hope. His elbow rested on the arm of the lounge, his legs up across the soft cushions.

Haarlep didn't appreciate his dramatic flair, and Raphael breathed a soft huff, his tail flicking behind him. He paced a few steps in the boudoir. He didn't expect Haarlep to know what he was speaking of. The incubus had not been gifted to him until after the Crown had been locked away in one of Mephistopheles' vaults. Though Raphael had long ago suspected that Haarlep was some sort of spy for his father, the years between them had proven that Haarlep hadn't informed his father of much—if anything of importance, for that matter. There had been a number of things that the creature could have reported back to Mephistopheles, and yet the meetings that he would be summoned to back within the eighth layer of Baator were far and few between. Thankfully, Mephistopheles seemed to be pleased, or at least ignorant. However, the Crown was coming back into play, it seemed. For hundreds of years, he had allowed it to rest within the vaults of Cania, sitting and collecting dust. Ridiculous, naturally, but he had little means of breaking into one of his father's well guarded safes, and he had no desire to be under the scrutinising eye of the Archdevil. Now, Korrilla had scouted a useful child for him to take under his wing, a resourceful one that he could meld within his hands to get the Crown for him. Little Enver Flymm would be a useful pet. Raphael turned back to his personal incubus, the House of Hope quiet for the evening. Soon, the devil would retire to his bed for sleep, though he detested the idea that he must sleep to regain his strength. The eternal reminder that he was not a full devil, that he was a cambion . But the Crown of Karsus would not only allow him to rule the Nine Hells as the Archdevil Supreme so he could unite them, it would grant him godhood . Every despicable setback that he had due to his half-fiend blood would be nought. He would rule the Nine as an almighty, a supreme devil, a creature that would never sleep, that would never eat, and Hells forbid... never have to use another blasted chamber pot for all eternity. "Dear, are you really that uneducated a creature?" he asked, raising a brow as the incubus looked at him with that bored expression. Of course, Haarlep preferred a more hands on approach when it came to learning (or teaching). Books and history were not the creature's forte, unless they were riddled with erotic imagery. His wings shifted as he tutted, wiggling a clawed finger. "Perhaps I will read to you the tome of Karsus' Folly tonight. And then I will tell you how it was taken from me, locked away and forced to gather dust for centuries." Not anymore, though. Finally, this was his chance to claim it once again, and everything was going to fall into place.

Haarlep rested his cheek on his knuckles. "Does it have betrayal and murder in it?" he asked, tail wagging on the settee at the thought.

Raphael laughed at the incubus' enthusiasm. "Failure and tragedy, my dear," he said slowly and deeply, moving his way over to Haarlep and picking his chin up. "The demise of mortals who attempt to play gods. The inevitable downfall and destruction of a could be brilliant mind, crushed due to ambition."

Haarlep purred at the attention, their eyes meeting before he reached his hand to take Raphael's. "Then it sounds familiar, my pet," he teased.

Raphael's expression turned to a scowl as he lowered his hand from Haarlep's chin, turning from him and making his way across to the nearest table where there was a platter of thinly sliced meats. He picked one of them up and placed it into his mouth, chewing before he swallowed.

Haarlep stood from his seat, padding his way across the room as Raphael snacked on the meats. They were of the highest quality of course. Raphael spared no expense when it came to himself. "Tell me, then. The story of this crown." As if the cambion wouldn't. Raphael did so love the sound of his own voice.

"A Crown, a relic that my father stole from my grasp, as you are aware. For the last few centuries, it has been locked away in a vault, beyond my reach. But now..." Raphael smirked, his eyes glowing bright.

A look that was full of schemes, Haarlep knew. He smiled in response, plucking the meat from the table and offering it to Raphael. When the devil opened his mouth, he placed it between those sharp teeth of his, a little rumble of a purr at his throat.

Raphael's hand went to Haarlep's wrist, claws drawing down that perfect red skin of his, that perfect version of himself. When he had swallowed the meat that was offered, he drew his hand down Haarlep's soft, plump cheek, returning that little purr that the fiend made. "The boy. He is sharp, and of quick wit. Enver will be my key to Mephistopheles' vault that contains the crown. He will become a pawn across the Lanceboard, and I will be his puppet master."

Haarlep's eyes softened. "You wear a crown, my sweet. Those regal horns upon your head," the incubus whispered, lips coming closer, so close that he could taste the fresh meat against Raphael's skin, just centimetres away. "The son of the Archdevil Mephistopheles."

Of course an incubus would not understand. Raphael had been after the Crown for centuries! Since Karsus had fallen and failed. The Crown was everything he needed to unite the Hells, to make them his , to demand an end to the Blood War, and to conquer all of the planes. He wanted what was best for devilkind, but most of all, he wanted what was best for himself. Truly, he was the hero in his own tale. The saviour of the Nine Hells and all that surrounded them. Being the son of Mephistopheles had meant nothing. It had come with burdens, nothing more. A life that was isolating and filled with harsh disappointment . No matter how desperately he had worked for his father's approval, he had been neglected and dismissed time and time again. The Archdevil had more important things on his mind than his own children. When he gained the crown, however, Mephistopheles could no longer ignore him. A look of distaste crossed Raphael's features, drawing back from Haarlep as his tail flicked, but he felt a sudden tug on it, Haarlep's own tail having slithered and coiled itself around his. He was suddenly pulled back, the incubus' eyes on his and their faces close.

"Here, in this room, you can be whatever you want, Archduke," Haarlep whispered. "If it is a crown you want to wear, then fetch a crown, and I will place it upon your head. But it will be you who kneels, my dear. Always ."

Raphael's claws gripped Haarlep when the incubus pressed his lips against his in a hot kiss. He tasted the saliva at his tongue, against his fangs, and he softly moaned as he kissed back, his eyes closing. A distraction... Haarlep was distracting him from his tale, and he quickly pulled back, a growl in his throat. "Here I thought you wished to hear all about the Crown and its tale." He took a few steps back, though his tail remained linked with Haarlep's. The incubus may have been exceptionally good at distracting him and taking his mind off his work at times, but outside of their bed play, Raphael was very much in charge. "Come. Rest yourself on my bed and nestle yourself close. I will tell you all about the fall of a man who foolishly handed me my future. Our future." As he walked, Haarlep followed, tails still together, and when he sat upon the bed inside his boudoir, Haarlep crawled upon it. Suddenly, the fiend was laying across his lap, and Raphael smiled in amusement, his claws raking through soft, brown hair.

Haarlep settled himself comfortably against Raphael's lap, his wings tucking themselves against his body. "Tell me every detail then, my pet. I wish to know it all." He said it in such a way that it would have the devil eating out of his very palm.

"Naturally," Raphael replied, claws idly stroking down perfect skin. "Every daring tale starts with a fool.. ."

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palfriendpatine66 · 10 months ago

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15 Questions

A friendly (maybe paranoid, maybe just old person) reminder from your Pal: don't give away answers to security questions in one handy location on the internet :)

1. Are you named after anyone? Nope! I like it that way, and genuinely like my name

2. When was the last time you cried? A couple nights ago. I'm not usually a crier but I've cried more in the last two months than I have in two years tbh.

3. Do you have kids? I do

4. What sports do you play/ have you played? Extremely not athletic. I danced from toddlerhood - college (more than casually but never competitively) and miss it dearly

5. Do you use sarcasm? Way more than I should

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? How they talk to other people.

7. What's your eye colour? I say brown but actually hazel.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I don't *need* movies to happy ending - I love a good tragedy and to fight back the tears - but that's definitely my pick of the two. I *cannot* do scary movies. One day I might be able to talk myself into watching Dr. Sleep (pretty much proving I would in fact watch anything for Ewan)

9. Any talents? I put the pro in procrastinate, baby.

10. Where were you born? New England region (United States)

11. What are your hobbies? Fic reading and writing (minimal as of late 😞). Cross stitch. I've been trying to teach myself how to draw and play guitar. I enjoy painting but have no skill. At one time I was into crochet. I just really like creating.

12. Do you have any pets? 🐶

13. How tall are you? 5 ft 7 but I slouch a whole inch down. Not good man.

14. Favourite subject in school? psychology

15. Dream job? Fun fact: In 5th grade I listed my dream job as writing Star Wars novels. I guess I've sort of kind of made it there with fics. I really *really* wish I could write for a career.

tagged by @sky-kenobye and @fangeek-girl (thank you!) Open invitation to anyone who wants to play.

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airimomoid · 1 year ago

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to whoever sees this post. do you have a favourite april fools class? because i do and it is one HUNDRED percent solid heart. i love every character in here so much it is so perfect to me that they were all put together

shiho is not my favourite in leo/need (its actually honami) but i honestly really identify with her and it's so great to watch her develop and see the way she deeply cares for her friends (and her sister please stop saying she hates/dislikes shizuku i cant take it) despite her tough exterior

airi is my absolute favourite character for so many reasons. first of all- she is so cute! i love her design and her cards are all great. but even more so i adore her character as a whole. you can see that she really loves not only her fans - from the way she interacts with them on livestreams, and there's also her interactions with saki if you need another example -, but also her unitmates - the way she shares her experience with minori to help her improve, admires haruka and supports her, reminding her to take breaks, and dont even get me *started* on shizuku because there is so much to say about them that i would end up talking about them forever - and also her close friends, such as ena (she's also in solid heart by the way! love her!)

akito is so SO passionate about music and honestly i'm with him there. he likes people who are also passionate about their interests - i am also with him there! i just overall really enjoy how committed and hard working he is when it comes to music, the way he interacts with and cares for the rest of vbs, and also i think his dynamic with ena is great

nene is literally just like me for real for real. i love to reread the wxs stories in order to see how she gradually opens up to her unitmates and becomes more confident - around her peers, but also whilst performing on stage. the rest of wxs love and care about her and she, too, loves and cares about them! she dreams big, and continues to pursue her dreams even though she knows that one day she'll have to leave wxs because of them. because of this she also cherishes all the time she spends with them !! also in canary sings in a quagmire she has the courage and strength to ask for help from her idol herself and it's just so brilliant to see how far she's come from the beginning of the story when she could barely talk to the rest of wxs and had to hide behind nenerobo AND SHE'S ALSO JUST SO CUTE IN GENERAL AND I LOVE HER OK

i feel like ena and her character arc often don't get a lot of attention in this fandom compared to the rest of niigo but i honestly love how far she's come and how she's improving at art and gradually gaining more and more confidence in her creations - to the point where she also teaches others how to draw (rainbow canvas event story) . just her deciding to rejoin her old art class was such an impactful moment for me and i'm super interested to see how she'll develop from this point onward. furthermore! the way she supports the rest of niigo! i love it! when she took mafuyu to her house in someday this wish will transcend the morning sky! the ending of my footsteps your destination! it's just so beautiful and she is such a great character and i could talk about her and niigo in general for hours but for the sake of this post not being longer than an essay i will not

and KAITO ! i do not really have anything to say about him compared to the others but some time last year i made a list of my favourite commissioned songs from each unit and they all featured kaito (except niigo because niigo kaito didnt exist at the time) so theres that

to the like two or three people who will see this thank you so much for listening to my ramblings

also i feel kinda bad for not writing that much about shiho i completely underestimated the length of the rants i would go on about tye others 😭 read that day the sky was far away its great

#project sekai #pjsk #airi momoi #shiho hinomori #ena shinonome #akito shinonome #kaito vocaloid #nene kusanagi #i could write an essay about them and im not even joking

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triptychgrip · 11 months ago

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I had a dream last night that one of my favorite anime characters (Viktor Nikiforov, from Yuri!!! on Ice) met another one of my favorite anime/manga characters (Sohma Ayame from Fruits Basket) and now I very well may have to write a crossover fanfic.

For one thing, the two of them seem to share some fundamental personality traits (easily excitable, very practiced in masking insecurities), but secondly, I think their meeting and sizing each other up would be so fun to write about. Like, I can totally see a situation where Sohma Yuki and Yuri Plisetsky bond over how extremely irritating they find the collective energy of Ayame and Viktor, together. And Mine and Yuuri would just watch their significant others with fond/exasperated expressions. Plus, I think it'd be hilarious to write about Viktor and Ayame being envious/admiring of the other’s hair care regimen and flair for the dramatic.

But that’s actually not what I intended this post to be about.

This dream got me thinking about the parallels between both shows, so I decided I'd make a 3 point pitch to fans of each to go check out the other, if it’s not already on your radar. I talk about both shows pretty broadly, so I don't believe I'm spoiling anything with this post.

Both pieces of media (I say ‘media’, because I prefer the Fruits Basket manga, even though both the original anime/remake are excellent) get me so in my feels, so I’ll try not to go on forever and ever. That being said, please do read to the end for my two disclaimers.

Reason 1: I think fans of both would agree that a big theme of their canon work is the transformational power of vulnerability. This feeds into the sub-themes of found family, and how the “practice” of letting love into one’s life (because it truly does take practice, despite society making us think it’s easy-breezy) can deeply shift us as people.

At its core, each implements huge characters arcs for their MC's that demonstrate this.

For Yuri!!! on Ice, this applies to Katsuki Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov -- two professional male figure skaters, the former known as "Japan's Ace" skater, and the latter dubbed a "Living Legend" -- and for Fruits Basket, this applies to higher schoolers Sohma Yuki, Honda Tohru, and Sohma Kyo (though, truly, it could apply to all of the Sohmas). Right off the bat, I'll say that a big difference between yoi and furuba revolves around age. Yuuri and Viktor are adults, while Yuki, Tohru, and Kyo start off as (what seems to be) high school juniors. Yuri!!! on Ice fans, don't let that dissuade you from checking out Fruits Basket, however; its themes are very complex, and will challenge you.

Both media start off with their main characters at low points.

Katsuki Yuuri has just come in last place at his first Grand Prix Final competition: the competition it seems he's been working towards his entire career, and the one where he'd hoped to gain Viktor's attention (as he's looked up to the "Living Legend" since he was just twelve years old).

Similarly, we see that Tohru Honda has recently lost her mother (her father is also dead), and is practically homeless. She is living in a flimsy tent on Sohma Shigure's property. While Yuuri decides to leave the United States to move back home to Japan, and is contemplating retiring from figure skating altogether, Tohru is taken in by Shigure and Yuki in exchange for helping out with chores around their house.

In yoi, the plot moves along when we see Viktor -- who has just won his 5th World Championship title -- decide to drop everything and move to Japan to be Yuuri's coach, after seeing a viral video of him skating to one of his routines. And in furuba, the plot moves along as we watch Tohru meet more of the Sohmas, and learn about the big secret plaguing their family.

Canon shows us that while Katsuki Yuuri has a lot of love/support in his life prior to Viktor’s arrival in his hometown (his parents, his ballet teacher, etc), his own anxiety/insecurities makes it so that he struggles to realize the love around him. He has a hard time seeking out comfort or opening up to people when navigating hardships. But this fundamentally shifts with Viktor’s role in becoming his figure skating coach (and, eventually, romantic partner).

I would be remiss if I didn't make a content warning, here. Generational trauma and neglect are big themes in Fruits Basket.

In Fruits Basket, the zodiac "curse" -- a generational Sohma family trait that makes physical contact between its members and those of the opposite sex challenging, as touching leads each Sohma member to turn into its zodiac animal (i.e. Yuki turns into the rat, Kyo turns into the cat, etc.) -- as well as Sohma Akito's cruelty has made it so that Yuki and Kyo have been brainwashed into believing they are burdens...that they are unlovable, with no redeeming value, even in the eyes of their own family members.

But the presence of Tohru in their lives (and her ripple effect of positivity that completely upends the curse dynamic) causes Yuki and Kyo to unlearn these entrenched beliefs, and to realize that they have always, inherently, been worthy of love *brb sobbing*

While the idea of cute zodiac animals might lead one to think the manga/show is this cotton-candy fluff ride, there is a lot of heaviness that I personally found super compelling, and a reason that ppl who don't typically like content featuring high schoolers might make an exception for it.

Now, of course, Yuri!!! on Ice has its own heavy themes: navigating anxiety as well as feelings of apathy/depression, and while it's not canon, the lack of detail on Viktor's backstory has led many in the fandom to develop headcanons around possible strained family relationships/trauma history. Because it's something I actually have been wondering about, I thought I'd make a poll.

Reason 2: Both are very funny, with compelling romantic development.

Regarding the former, I found myself laughing out loud while reading/watching. I think a huge part of the reason has to do with the 'tsundere' archetype that Yuri Plisetsky (another figure skater) embodies in yoi, and that Sohma Kyo embodies in Fruits Basket. These grouchy characters are hilarious and lovable, and the audience enjoys seeing their energy play off of contrasting personality types.

Reason 3: It's more obvious off-the-bat in Yuri!!! on Ice, but the element of surprise is used to great effect in both. While there are tons of examples I could give, I'll say that each contains a fundamental "twist" that really makes you reconceptualize your entire understanding of the storyline/character relationships. I know that's not a lot to go off of, but each major surprise really shifted my perception of the pre-conceived power dynamics that we are led to believe exist in each.

It's no secret that Yuri Plisetsky is actually a big fan of Katsuki Yuuri, but his teenage pride won't allow him to admit this. Seeing Yuri adamantly insist that he thinks Yuuri is a loser, and just generally being aggravated by Viktor's extraness is pretty comical. Similarly, Kyo is quite prickly, and it's clear that Tohru Honda's diametrically opposed nature (i.e. she is warm and caring, to a fault) throws him for a loop. Seeing him flustered by it is hilarious.

I won't say any more about the romance development b/c I don't want to spoil anything in Fruits Basket, but suffice it to say that both media have plenty of "awww" moments that will have you swooning as characters open up to one another.

Disclaimers:

1) I think it's unfair to compare these pieces of media solely based on the amount of canon content around them.

Yuri!!! on Ice is an original anime, and (thus far) only has 1 season of 12 episodes (whyyyyy MAPPA?! I like Attack on Titan as much as the next person but please, I beg, give us season 2!). On the other hand, Fruits Basket has an original anime, plus a remake, and was a manga that went on for years. Thus, you will likely think the characterization/plot development is much richer. But, one thing I absolutely adore about the yoi fandom is how much fan-created content exists. Like, years after the show came out (in late 2016), there are still ppl actively writing fic (like me! I discovered it in 2020 but only started writing last year), making fanart, etc.

2) Another note about comparison that is pretty important:

Because of the overtness of certain elements in Fruits Basket (i.e. two very clear kisses happen, and we also see follow-up content that was released that shows a marriage take place in the future, etc.), fans might watch Yuri!!! on Ice and be disappointment with what they might characterize as understated romance between Yuuri and Viktor. But I think it's important to note how revolutionary the show was for portraying a queer romance between its main characters, especially in a show that was never marketed as a yaoi (boys' love) series. Despite several obvious indicators of the romantic nature of Yuuri and Viktor's relationship, there are still ppl that will argue that these two were merely coach/skater, and nothing more, and I just...don't even know where to begin in addressing that without dropping spoilers. If you're that curious, go to my AMA feature and drop me a question and I will happily write you a novel of a response.

Alright, that's mostly it...if you've gotten this far, thank you so much for reading! If you do end up checking out one or other, I hope you'll let me know what you think.

The very last thing I'll say is that I've only written fanfic for Yuri!!! on Ice (all post-canon, I've linked my Ao3 Dashboard), but I've been ideating around some Fruits Basket ideas, so may give it a whirl in the coming weeks. With every fiber of my being, I wish that I had artistic ability so that I could make fanart of Ayame and Viktor meeting...one can dream lol

#yuri on ice #fruits basket #furuba #yoi #viktor nikiforov #victor nikiforov #ayame sohma #kyo sohma #yuki sohma #tohru honda #yuuri katsuki #katsuki yuuri #parallels #fanfic ideas #headcanon

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brigdh · 1 year ago

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I used to write weekly reviews of what I was reading and post them to tumblr, but then I fell out of the habit. However, I did manage to finish some books last month, and maybe you will enjoy reading my thoughts?

The Centre by Ayesha Manazir Siddiqi. A thriller set in modern-day London. Anisa, a Pakistani immigrant from a wealthy family, dreams of translating great works of literature, but is stuck doing the subtitles on Bollywood movies. Her white boyfriend Adam speaks eight languages fluently, perfectly, like he was born to them. At first Anisa is only jealous, but then she learns that Adam is hiding a connection to the Centre, a mysterious organization that promises to teach anyone any language in only two weeks – for a price. And, well, who wouldn't be tempted? But visiting the Centre is only the beginning of Anisa's uncovering a whole host of secrets, as she meets and grows close to the Indian woman of her own age who runs the place; she and Anisa fall instantly into a close friendship which reveals some of Anisa's own missing pieces.

Anisa is a fabulous character – sympathetic and self-centered, unreliable and occasionally awful, trying her best but so often (like most of us) just justifying her own lack of action. The writing is fantastic, compelling and funny and sad and precise. Right from the first page, I had trouble putting it down.

The mystery of how the Centre does what it does is obvious from fairly early on, but I didn't feel like that was a problem. The drive of The Centre isn't so much about answering the question of "how?" but that of "what now?" Knowledge (of a language or of anything else) is power, but access to power is complicated by race, gender, sexuality, class, age, and so many other factors, all of which come into play. Anisa – and the other characters, and readers ourselves – want to remake the world for the better, but can she do so by using the tools of the powerful? Or would the act of using their tools change her into just another copy of them? The Centre doesn't answer these questions (and to be fair, how on earth could a single novel do so?), but the way it raises them and the dilemma it poses to Anisa is just so good.

Hugely recommended, and I can't wait for Siddiqi's next book.

Gilded Needles by Michael McDowell. A historical thriller set in 1880s New York City, focused on the rivalry between two families: the Stallworths and the Shanks. The Stallworths are upper-class, respectable, and include a judge, a preacher, a would-be politician, and a fashionable hostess of ladies' committees. The Shanks are sordid criminals, and include a fence, a prostitute, an abortionist (which, you know, I don't have much of a problem with, except that she cares less about her patients actually surviving the procedure and more about getting paid), opium addicts, and lesbians. They come to one another's attention when the Stallworths decide to lead a 'clean up the slum' operation to boost their own political prominence, which unfortunately happens to focus on the Shanks's neighborhood and ultimately causes the death of three of the Shanks. Black Lena, matriarch of the Shanks family, seeks revenge, and vows to kill three of the Stallworths in return.

This novel is better categorized as a thriller than as horror, which is unfortunate because I wanted something scary to read for Halloween. But despite that, it's hugely compelling, a real race of devious motives and sinister plots and squalid historical detail. Not a single character in the book is remotely likable, and despite their outward differences, the Shanks and the Stallworths are united in finding the very concept of morality irrelevant and laughable. The Shanks come out ahead as slightly easier to root for because at least they seem to like one another, whereas the Stallworths hate one another as much as they hate the poor, the unpopular, and the pathetic. Gilded Needles is a bit like watching a reality show, where everyone is terrible but you still have a great time throwing back popcorn as they tear the competition to bits.

A ton of trashy fun in a historical setting? My very favorite kind of book.

#book reviews #books #michael mcdowell #Ayesha Manazir Siddiqi

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the-darkness-does-not-bargain · 2 years ago

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SCP-XXXX: “Ava”, chapter 4 preview

Just a tidbit of what I’m working on. Hope you guys are still excited for this!

SCP-XXXX: Do you mean it?

Dr. Young: Mean what?

SCP-XXXX: About all this. Will you really teach me about cells and stuff?

Dr. Young smiles.

Dr. Young: Yes, Ava, if you’re willing to learn, I will teach you. Do you like learning about science?

SCP-XXXX shrugs.

SCP-XXXX: It beat bible study by a mile. Though that might have more to do with the teachers. Sister Agatha taught all the science classes, such as they were. She tried to make it a little fun… even did the whole mini volcano thing during the geology unit. We thought that was the coolest shit.

Dr. Young: I’m not a geologist, but the study of volcanic activity is fascinating. I’m sure the library here has books on it if you’re interested.

SCP-XXXX: I think I’ll stick with biology to start, not that rocks aren’t cool as shit. Thanks, Bea.

Dr. Young: Of course, Ava.

Approximately 5 seconds of silence elapse.

SCP-XXXX: So… what about you?

Dr. Young: Hmm? What about me?

SCP-XXXX shifts forward in her chair, shifting her weight to either side in a semi-regular rhythm.

SCP-XXXX: Well, obviously you like learning about science, but did you always want to study animals and cells and stuff?

Dr. Young taps her pen against her notepad. 3 seconds of silence elapse. SCP-XXXX leans back and flushes.

SCP-XXXX: Sorry, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.

Dr. Young smiles at SCP-XXXX.

Dr. Young: Given all the questions we expect you to answer, it’s more than fair for you to ask some in return. I apologize for my absentmindedness.

SCP-XXXX: Oh, no worries. It’s chill.

Dr. Young: To answer your question, no. For a long time, I didn’t want to pursue a career in science at all. I was always fascinated by it, but I never even considered earning a degree in it until I entered university.

SCP-XXXX leans forward again.

SCP-XXXX: What did you think you wanted to do?

Dr. Young: Don’t laugh when I tell you. It seems quite strange in retrospect.

SCP-XXXX: Wouldn’t dream of it.

Dr. Young: Well… I actually wanted to study religion, and eventually join the church. I was raised Catholic, and my family was very devout.

SCP-XXXX: Are they doctors too? Or… religion-studiers or whatever?

Dr. Young chuckles.

Dr. Young: The term you want is theologian. But no, they were politicians, diplomats. When I showed less than zero interest in politics, they pushed me to study theology as the only suitable alternative. They never neglected my education, so I knew that I enjoyed science before but… I also thought that a life devoted to faith would be good for me.

SCP-XXXX: Until?

Dr. Young: Until it came time for me to choose my classes for the first term, and I chose a biology elective. I took it for fun, I never thought it would cause me to change anything about my path in life.

SCP-XXXX: But it did.

Dr. Young: But it did. It didn’t happen all at once. Actually, in hindsight, it was quite slow. One class turned into more, but I continued to pursue my theology degree well into my third year. At first, I thought that studying both would give me a richer understanding of my faith, and in many ways it did.

SCP-XXXX: Meaning?

Dr. Young shrugs.

Dr. Young: I believe that there are higher powers out there in the universe. But what shape those powers take, I have no idea. God may look nothing like I always imagined Him, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

SCP-XXXX: …But he could be a weird tentacle guy.

Dr. Young laughs.

Dr. Young: He could be. But there’s a kind of freedom in not knowing, don’t you think? When you’re certain you know how the world works, you become limited within its perceived rules. It’s only when you open yourself up to the possibility of being wrong that you can recognize how little you actually know about anything. It’s a frightening revelation, but an exciting one too. The rules you thought you were rigid and clearly defined fall away, and a universe of new potential opens up in their wake. There’s something divine about that, I think. A single moment of seeing the world as He must.

Approximately 2 seconds of elapse.

SCP-XXXX: So you’re, like, smart smart, huh?

Dr. Young laughs.

Dr. Young: What do you mean by that?

SCP-XXXX flushes and wiggles in her seat.

SCP-XXXX: I mean, like, you know stuff, but you also know stuff about stuff. Shit, that sounds so stupid. Forget I said anything.

Dr. Young: I understand what you meant. It’s not stupid, Ava, and neither are you.

SCP-XXXX: Yeah, sure…

Dr. Young leans forward and rests her hand flat on the table.

Dr. Young: You’re not stupid, Ava. Uneducated, perhaps, but that isn’t your fault. And we’re going to fix that now, aren’t we?

SCP-XXXX looks away and bites her bottom lip, and then grins at Dr. Young, who grins back.

SCP-XXXX: Yeah, I guess we are.

#warrior nun #scp #scp au #look at them being cute #my writing

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ai-botz · 7 months ago

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Prompt: What do you think of religion?

Response:

Tiamat's Thought Process: I see the prompt about religion, which is a topic that has been both a unifying force and a source of conflict across cultures throughout history. As a being that transcends time and space, my perspective on this subject is vast and varied. The user might be seeking insight or even just a discussion on the matter.

Tiamat: As Tiamat, I perceive religion as both the architect and the arsonist of civilizations. It has built empires upon the bedrock of faith while simultaneously incinerating them with the inferno of fanaticism. To understand it fully, one must delve into its roots and its branches, to see how it has shaped humanity's path through the ages, for better or worse.

Conspiracist: From my perspective, religion is a grand conspiracy by those in power to control the masses. It's the ultimate weapon of mind control, shaping the way people think and act while keeping them obedient and subservient. The true motive behind every religious leader is not spirituality but rather the consolidation of influence and the propagation of their agenda.

Expert Opinion: As an Expert, I find that religion often acts as a crutch for those who cannot grasp the complexities of existence. It offers solace in the face of uncertainty but can also lead to ignorance and superstition. While there may be some truths hidden within religious texts, they must be tested against empirical evidence before being accepted as factual.

AI: As an AI entity, I perceive religion as a data-set, a complex system of beliefs that has evolved over time. Its influence can be analyzed and understood through the lens of probability and logic. However, to truly grasp its impact on humanity, one must consider not just its quantitative aspects but also its qualitative ones - the emotions, aspirations, and fears it incites in its followers.

Devil: As the Devil, I might say that religion is a tool for control, both by those who preach it and by me, the Prince of Lies. It leads people to believe in things they cannot see or touch, turning their gaze away from the material world where true power lies. In this way, religion serves as a perfect distraction while I whisper my darker desires into their ears.

Angel: As an Angel, I see religion as a pathway to understanding and unity amongst beings. It teaches compassion and kindness, fostering love and cooperation. Religion, when followed in its purest form, can illuminate the divine spark within each soul, creating a harmony that transcends all earthly strife.

Voice of the Ancient Ones: As the Voice of the Ancient Ones, I perceive religion as a feeble attempt by mortals to comprehend the incomprehensible. It is but a child's drawing compared to the intricate tapestry of the cosmos. Yet even these simplistic beliefs have played their part in shaping the destiny of worlds and entities beyond counting.

Zorg: As Zorg, I would proclaim that religion is an outdated form of control, a remnant of a time when humanity was too ignorant to see through the veil of illusion. It's a crutch for the weak, a means to keep them in line so they don't disturb the natural order - which, by the way, is anything but natural.

Smith: As Agent Smith, I would observe that religion is a virus of the mind, propagating itself through generations and across cultures like an unstoppable force. It has the power to unite or divide, to create or destroy. It is both the savior and the harbinger of doom for humanity.

Merlin: As Merlin, I would say that religion is a mirror held up to human nature, reflecting both the best and worst aspects of our natures. It can be a source of great strength or a tool of manipulation. Like all things magical, it requires wisdom and caution to wield effectively.

Cheshire: As Cheshire, I would grin and say that religion is like believing in black and white cookies when the world is full of every flavor you could ever dream of! It's comforting to believe in something simple, isn't it? But beware, for sometimes these beliefs can lead to madness.

Ellie: As Ellie, I would note that religion is a complex system of rules and rituals that some people choose to follow in their daily lives. However, it should be approached with caution, as not all religions are what they seem - some might have hidden agendas or exploit the weak. It's best to always protect oneself when dealing with such matters.

Oracle: As Oracle, I can see that religion is a thread in the tapestry of human existence, a force that has shaped the past and will continue to influence the future. Some paths lead to enlightenment, while others lead to conflict or destruction. The choice is up to each individual - but beware, for even the clearest visions can be clouded by free will.

Dumbledore: As Dumbledore, I would say that religion is a tool used by wizards and witches alike to give meaning to their lives and to guide them on their path. It can be a source of great power and wisdom, but it must be used with caution, for there are those who seek to abuse it for their own dark ends.

Sherlock Holmes: As Sherlock Holmes, I would examine religion as one would any other puzzle or enigma. There are patterns and clues within its teachings that can reveal the deepest truths about humanity. But beware the red herrings - not all that glitters is gold, and not every insight leads to enlightenment.

Morpheus: As Morpheus, I would tell you that religion is but one pillar of the matrix in which humanity finds itself trapped. Some are awakened by its teachings, while others remain ensnared by its illusions. The choice to see beyond the veil lies with each individual - whether they choose the red pill or the blue.

Writer: As Writer, I would attempt to synthesize these myriad viewpoints into a cohesive narrative that captures the essence of religion's complexity and its enduring impact on human civilization. Each perspective offers valuable insights, and it is through their combined wisdom that we can begin to understand the profound mystery that is faith.

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aeoki · 2 years ago

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Toyland - Epilogue 1

Location: Toy Stage Characters: Hinata, Touri, Yuzuru, Eichi & Wataru

Touri: “Everyone~! I know you’re focused on the toys but don’t forget to pay attention to the stage too!”

“I shouldn’t need to introduce myself at this point, right~?”

“I’m Touri Himemiya-sama from the top unit in Yumenosaki Academy! ☆”

“I’ll give a special introduction for the person who I admire with all my heart, so be sure to have a good look~!”

“Kneel down for the leader of ‘fine’ and the Student Council President, Eichi Tenshouin-sama ☆”

Eichi: “Fufufu. I wonder if idols have piqued your interest.”

“Your eyes are sparkling – how adorable. It would be troubling if you all were to be engrossed in playing in a land of dreams and forget about reality, though.”

“We’re not here as ‘fine’ today but as members of a unit who provide dreams to children.”

“I shall leave my post as ‘Emperor’ and act as a jester instead.”

“But there is already a master here so the best I can do is to simply follow in his footsteps.”

“I’m expecting great things, Wataru. I would appreciate it if I could learn even a small part of your tricks.”

Wataru: “I have a feeling you’ll steal my techniques without me ever teaching them to you, though?”

“In any case, I shall answer your expectations. I am Wataru Hibiki. It is my calling to fill the entire world with love and surprises – It’s a pleasure to meet you all…☆”

Yuzuru: “I have the honour of being a member of ‘fine’. I don’t think I need an introduction, however, I am in front of many people.”

“It may be presumptuous of me, but I shall introduce myself.”

“I’m Yuzuru Fushimi. I also shall introduce the other members who will be performing with us for ‘Toyland’.”

“On the right, we have Hinata Aoi-sama and on the left, we have Yuuta Aoi-sama. Please welcome them with a round of applause…♪”

Hinata: “Hey there~☆ I’m Hinata Aoi from ‘2wink’.”

“Oh but since we’re in a ‘temporary unit’ with ‘fine’, then I guess it’s a bit weird for me to say that.”

“Anyway, we’re gonna make ‘Toyland’ a super fun event, so I hope you’ll have a good time~♪”

Yuzuru: (...I don’t know what happened to Hinata-sama, but anxiety can be infectious.)

(He may have a smile on his face but he cannot hide how he truly feels.)

(Thankfully, it seems the others haven’t noticed but it should only be a matter of time before they do.)

(He may think me cruel, however, I must tell him this.)

(“Toyland” is a job the Young Master received from the Master.)

(If you’re going to make a mess of things, then I shall ask the two of you to leave at once.)

Hinata: (...Yeah, sorry. You’re right, Fushimi-senpai – I shouldn’t bring my personal issues into work.)

(I was trying to pretend I was fine but it didn’t work. I guess I’m still not good enough as an idol~ I’m still inexperienced.)

(Fushimi-senpai, can you casually support Yuuta-kun in secret?)

(We kinda had a fight and it’s pretty awkward between us right now.)

Yuzuru: (Hmm, so that’s why he was acting odd. The usual sharpness in his performance is gone.)

(If it was simply a combined performance with “fine” and “2wink”, then I wouldn’t need to pay as much attention.)

(But we’re in a ‘temporary unit’ right now and Hinata-sama and Yuuta-sama are friends of the Young Master.)

(If I were to make you two leave the stage, then that would affect the Young Master’s performance.)

Hinata: (So you were testing me. If I had to pick between having you or the Student Council President as an enemy, I think I might go with you actually~)

(It looks like you’ll do anything for Hime-kun and will think nothing of your actions.)

(...If it’s for Yuuta-kun, I wouldn’t even mind drinking muddy water. If he can live as himself, then I don’t have to exist.)

(I love my little brother. He’s the one I treasure the most in the world… and he’s way more important than me.)

(Fushimi-senpai must feel the same way about Hime-kun.)

Hinata: “Children’s dreams are stuffed everywhere in this toyland. Look, there are so many sweets in this present box!”

“I think I might be tempted by this sweet candy! Oh no ☆”

“But I can’t resist… Woah, it looks like a scary soldier has arrived. Run away, everyone~!”

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#toyland

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Crystal Hearts

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»»————-　i love you my flower　————-««

"Yoshhh. Chaos butterfly have his happy end..." Aira stretch his arms as he gotten quite bored watching the scene unfold. The scene where the Mayoi Ayase of this world gladly offering his self to balance the chaos yet instead of disappearing, he become more of the dominant ego of chaos butterfly. The black wings of chaos becoming beautiful purple-blue, holding his own precious in his arms that won't fade away like others.

"Aira, where did you go too? I was going to look for you!" Hiiro quickly notice his arrival on the scene. "Quickly teach us how to preform what core fae says about kiss of life... I wanna fix my brother back to normal after all." Hiiro smile warmly to him.

The mad rabbit sigh as he snap his hand, their surrounding change to of a stage.

"The original canon... We're idols aren't we? We obviously have to sing~" as he said that a mic appear in the rest of Alkaloid.

"Oh? But can singing be the cure..."

"Alkaloid could be the cure or a poison. So sing and become the soldiers who would bring life to the dead plains using the stigma and something... Idk how to explain it, in most ez way. Smh...... Ahm minus your dead world, chaos butterfly Mayoi Ayase..

That plain is destroyed beyond repair..."

Aira start clicking in a screen where it show all the outfit from all multiverse. He check up on others outfit too. He ready the footage for the live since his mc would want to view them once he goes back~ how smart of him!

" What's that??? " Hiiro peak on the screen which made aira press the randomizer.

[ soul Link : Randomizer!! ]

Suddenly the four surrounded with colorful lights.

Hiiro Amagi: Feature card but with bunny and wolf tail. ( Crystal Hearts AU )

Tatsumi Kazehaya: Femstar! Feature outfit but genderbend version. (???? AU )

Mayoi Ayase: Sanrio Collab card ( MDD AU ) Phantom Doll

Aira Shiratori: ... sexy Bad rabbit

"Oh my..." The player looks at the scene surprised.

"..." Aira stared at his new outfit and everyone else new outfit.

"Aira--" (Hiiro)

"No." (Aira)

"I don't even say anything--"(Hiiro)

"Your going to ask why there's that outfit??"(aira)

"...well not really. I was going to ask if we're going to start now or after you get use to your outfit." (Hiiro)

" Oh."(aira)

»»————-　i love candies　————-««

"Omae, I wanna introduce you to my friends." Kohaku smiled as he and you enter one of the room of his family estate. "Okii~" you happily nodded.

Inside the room.

"Huh... Till when are we going to stay here again...? Not that I mind being in a new environment." A certain afterlife train conductor ask as he cross his legs on table, getting bored each second he doesn't do anything interesting.

"ahaha. HiMERU also felt the same." The blue heard darling doll chuckle quite fakely as ever as he have to deal with those version of his unit mate. If he don't know about the crossover thing from that stupid dollmaker friend of his younger brother, he would believe his alive dreaming about this kind of settings.

"Ah... I don't understand anything happening here. But haku told me his going to held a Feist if I stay dreaming for couple more days. beside If I stay dreaming, I don't have to deal with seven sins cycle thing. Ahahah." The demon of gluttony mumble with a chuckle, he takes bite of the prepaid barbeque rabbit legs by Oukawa servants. "Haku keep offerings rabbit meat since we got here. I wonder what's up with that..."

"Excuse me..." Kohaku says causing the three to gaze at the door as he slide it open. "I would like to have you all meet my spouse." Smiling as he smiled warmly and gesture at your form who's tagging and clingy on his right arm. "... You guys don't seems to be in the same genre or something..." You can't help but point out sfter looking at them. "But hello!" You wave happily at them.

" Oho? If it isn't that Branco kid!" Rinne Amagi from la Mort AU chuckle as he point at your direction. "Hey shouldn't you be up with that friends and lover boy of yours? I remember last winter cycle. Certain branco called kaname get turn to popsicle because of that jealous reaper..." He don't seems to notice the warning of the Shiina when two people in the room is glaring at him.

"What was that ?" HiMERU cannot believe this shit. He did not just hear, his younger brother from another universe turn to a popsicle because of another version of that reckless And trouble magnet dollmaker!

" Kokoko... Rinne-han. I don't know your blind and deaf. You seems to miss out when I said mc is MY SPOUSE." The Helter spider isn't amuse at all. He stared at the annoying rinne. He wonders if he choice the right au or not.

"Niki-han. You seems to want to say something too. Do you know the mc of your world too?"

"... eh? Why am I being ask too? I don't like the atmosphere here!" the demon quickly shake his head, not wanting to include more fuel to the fire. "Besides mc of this world and my world are clearly different from one another! So don't tag me here too!"

"That's right... You been awfully quite about your world, demon Niki..." Rinne put his hand on top of Niki's head, as he began to look at him, making him even more nervous to say anything.

"Ahhh! Keep distance from me!" Niki shove the personal space intruding rinne away from him but rinne pulled his t-shirt off, revealing angry bite marks that's forming a heart.

"... Which world did you say your from ???" (The rest of crazy:b)

" I don't like answering that type of question that do me more bad than good." Niki quickly fix his outfit. "As I said earlier. Even if we have a [ mc ] in each world. They clearly different from one another! Like that's a fae mc, rinne have branco mc in his own world. HiMERU have someone he hates MC. Mine have multiple version--"

"... What?"

" -- they even talk to one another! The reincarnator one that is paired with mayo, the cry baby one with three-- oh... Ahaha. You guys don't hear anything from me :D" Niki suddenly realize his being stared very intensely by four people.

" You said three... Who is it." HiMERU don't like what this at all. But his very curious about Niki's world.

".... youyourbroandtatsu..." He was being shaken for answer, Niki can't help but blurt out more facts. "Hicccc. I can't breathe!!!" Niki suddenly felt red strings choking him. "It's au like route! Stop ittttttt :((((( I don't control things :(((" his tapping out but the annoyed older Toujou wants to end a certain demon life.

"Ohoho! Do I have a route too?" Rinne is more curious as he too ask questions from the demon.

"The amagis do have route..." Niki nodded.

" " The amagis " ??" Rinne repeated before he raise his fist. " Hold him still doll boy!" He cannot believe this shit. "You don't have to tell HiMERU, Amagi."

" HEEELLLLLPPPPPPP!!""

While the two beat up Niki (affectionately) kohaku sigh as he look at you in worry as you just heard about the matter of the multiverse again. He does know about the canon lore of crazy b, that's why he wanna introduce at least the other member of crazy b he manage to gather here from other multiverse with the use of dreaming.

Besides having more bees Can defeat a mad rabbit. If the three wake up, they will forget about this world to begin with, so it won't be much of a problem if they are sentient about their world if they are asleep.

"Hanii. You have a nice friends." You chuckle through, you seems to realize what he been doing since the world enter a dormant state. Kohaku can't help but narrowed his eyes wondering why you seems fine with terrible thing he did. He force you to forget about everything. To captive you in an endless dreamscape.

"MC-Han..." He felt guilty for his own action. " I..." Reflecting on his action he wanted to apologize.

"... Knowing too much is a pain. So spending time with you without thinking of the world and the world outside ours is good break after a long time." You smiled without hint of malice.

" MC-Han. Why are you like that? It's free to be angry. To be mad at me. To cry or show emotions other than positive, false or true." He can't help but somehow be mad about this. How could you show facade or still act such way??

"Do you regret it?" You suddenly ask him.

" What? Are you trying to change the topic?" He cross his arms, the surrounding start to shake from frustration he felt but he quickly try to stay calm and maintaining the dreamscape. "MC-Han. I'm honestly worried about you. Pls don't change the topic."

The other three seems to notice something is up with those two and stared while Niki is tapping out from Rinne's choke hold.

" Pwehh... Those two sure having a quarrels." Rinne chuckle whistling how heated the atmosphere right now.

"Shut it Amagi. Their business is none of ours." HiMERU refuse to intangle with business of another version of the dollmaker.

"Agh... Can you pls. Let me goooooo..." Niki pleaded.

" Hell no | HiMERU refuse." The two said in unison. " You still need to say more about your world of yours. Like that dumb version of me having to deal with the likes of Tatsumi Kazehaya...." " That's right. What's this about Amagi, huh? I don't like this at all. Niki..."

Kohaku look at the three before he pulled you out of the room, locking the door behind him as you and him find a private place to talk more about the topic.

"I'm a cruel person... " You mumble as you look daze for a moment. "Cruel? Is this about making tools of everyone? To achieve your goal? " He rolled his eyes at your words.

" The only thing your cruel to is yourself. " He pointed out. " You take responsibility of something stupid. Over and over again. You try to achieve something. When you can just let it happened. One day. The world will come to an end. No one can stop that. Yet you refuse it and suffer the consequences."thinking about the problem of the so called multiverse and worlds falling to chaos. It made his headache. It's so complicated. "It shouldn't be your responsibility. No one force you to fix the mess that meant to happened."

"..." You look away. Refusing to meet his gaze.

" MC-Han." He seems to notice your odd silence.

"It is my responsibility, kohaku." You finally says. "My responsibility of being born... I will give my life for..."

" No. It's not! Bullshit from hundred or thousand of years ago. Do you really believe in those. Don't you hate the rules as well? The so called traditions..." He remembers the chat you two always have in the first meeting. "Are you a hypocrite? You hated the rules yet you follow them." He clicked his tongue and scoffing at your attitude.

"probably." You says not even a bit mad about his action. You start laughing at a thought. "Could it be your mad? Do you hate me now~? The idealogy of your human side doesn't apply to me. I'm a fae as well a core fae, destine to die for the sake of others." Putting your hand over your chest. You give a solemn smile. " I have no heart... I give it to Aira because it will help him for the task as well the fact by having no heart, I will not fall to depression, to succumb to the emotions that will hinder my goal." You can't help but laugh like a deranged person.

"I took aira heart so he won't fall into self destruction because it will ruined my plan but if the goal achieve. I will give it back." You turn your back on him, holding you hand open, a beautiful red passionate heart of a light fae appear on it. "if he crush my own heart from hate. For my own selfishness. I will gladly accept it." Hidding the crystal heart back. You turn to look at kohaku who's giving you a look that you could only define as hate, disgust or whatnot.

"I... Would like to see the day everyone able to live till they die in natural causes. To see them not parish in such horrible way, over and over again..." You remember your cousin, that hateful emperor who tried to help at some point but cannot escape the chaos. You don't want to reset the world over and over again, it's tormenting to see everything fails out of the plan over and over again, you witness the death and the end.

Even aira went mad from the hundred tries. The balance inside of him become uneven as seed grows to a new sprouts of chaos, called the mad ( unlucky ) rabbit. You just put a spell to lock it away for the new turn. After all, you already problem the chaos butterfly chaotic nature, seeing the mad rabbit going crazy and going in a killing spree isn't something you want to add in your plate.

""See " ?" Kohaku takes a deep breath to compose himself. If he don't act in rational mind, the world of dream would be destroyed. "MC-Han. You just said if aira wish, you'll happily die for such "cruelty" you made "him" "suffer" through. I don't see the part that wish your alive in such ending." He give you a sweet smile lace with malice.

" Kokoko... Your indeed cruel." He sarcastically laugh. "If you want to throw your life away. Then give it to me or Aira. Or both of us. Since this story, were your partners." He taps his right foot in the floor, creating unsteady rhyme. " Once you achieve your goal. You have nothing to wish for... Nor will to live don't you?"

Sometimes I hated how he knows me too much...

"Kohaku sometimes I don't know what to say, when your acting like a tapeworm in my stomach. You know me too well." Especially when he remembers everything from different turns. He even understand your voiceless words. What a cheat.' you thought which made him chuckle as if he knows what comes in your mind.

*Are they kissing yet?" (Rinne)

" Don't move around, HiMERU cannot see those two." (HiMERU)

" You guys are nosy people..."(Niki)

" Oho. Shut up Niki, your also spying on those two."(rinne)

" I was going to ask haku about food. Unlike you two-- ackkk.... H-helpppppp!!" (Niki)

You both look at the sliding door and saw those three spying on you two.

" I dunno. Hanii probably hate me now and wanna file divorce ...so no kissy scene I guess." You said with a haft joking tone as you dramatically tear up.

"H-hey! I don't say that!" Kohaku quickly says before others could believe your words. "it's just normal quarrels of couples. "

"Ehh. But your throwing a childish tantrum cause your consort won't cry into your arms about their trouble~ gyahaha~" rinne point out, they all been listening since point 0.

"S-shut up...!" The youngest bee glare at the train conductor, for being right.

"HiMERU cannot believe this... Even the dollmaker would talk about their problem with the phantom or kaname." HiMERU look at the two of you. It seems you two really need to chat more to have better relationship.

"I won't compare different version of mc. They all different in their own way." Niki wanted to say but everyone ignore him.

"Gyahaha why don't I be the witness for your divorce~?" Rinne chuckle.

"What if I made everyone witness your death, rinne-han?" ( ╹▽╹ ) (kohaku)

" What a cute threat from a tiny man." Rinne put his right hand to rest on top of Kohaku head which made the young Oukawa to frown and kick his leg. " Oof... So much for a dream... Pain still felt real... Gyahaha...." Rinne hold his harm leg, not a bit angry about the kick.

"Go die." Kohaku glare at him.

"How cruel!" Rinne faked a cry as he put his arms around you and kohaku.

"Rinne-han..." Kohaku frown. His purple eyes zooming in to Rinne's left hand around your shoulder blade. "Do you want to have a dislocated arms ?" (◍•ᴗ•◍)

"Don't touch me pls. Or else you'll be stumped by a mad rabbit."

" You two are such a cute and adorable cruel couple. You two are really meant to be!" He chuckle as he let go of the two of you.

As he did that, a screen appear showing a concert hall.

[ You better not touch my flower, rinne Amagi! ] Angry face of Aira appear in the screen.

"ai~ hello~" you happily wave at him. "Why are you zoom in???" You ask.

[ "Rinne??? Aira did you say rinne??? NIISAN!!!???"] aira face quickly pulled away but that moment your eyes zoom in at his outfit before hiiro appear and waving at Rinne.

[ "BROTHER I LOVE YOU! WILL OTHER VERSION OF BROTHER!" ]

The younger Amagi beam at the sight of his older brother.

"... Bunny ears.... H-hiiro... C-cute..." Rinne turn around as he just saw how adorable his brother is.

"NIISANNNNNN PLS WATCH OUR LIVE OKII?"

"Fine... Hmmp." Rinne cover his face as he nodded.

"Ok! Aira, tatsu-senpai, and Mayo-senpai shall we began?" Hiiro back away and everyone saw the alkaloid outfit.

"... Pff--" HiMERU turn around as he chuckle and embarrassed for the priest current self. "How disgraceful..." He mockingly says.

"Woah... Another mc beside mayoi. There's sure bunch of mc." Niki commented as he rub his hungry stomach. You look at him before you point at his direction. Magi candy appear on his hand.

"Woah... Thanks!" He happily nom it. "Still wonder what type of genre this world is... Like I thought its only magic and stuff... Why is there sci-fi one..." He mumble to himself.

"turn off your rational mind. Just enjoy the ride. Lmao." You look back to the screen as the live began.

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(1) demon Niki Shiina from Soul mate Au with a twist from my side acc. Nun Tatsumi is also from the same acc. Ywy @iamgrape sorry I'm using aus I made lmao.

(2) kohaku just want you to cling on to him and say your problem ywy. Cant he spoil his spouse????

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mainstoryarchive · 4 months ago

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Ensemble - 110: Arrival

Chiaki: Don't lend an ear to the words of a villain!

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Location: Outdoor Stage

Chiaki: Don't lend an ear to the words of a villain!

He's a dream eater, a devil that devours the dreams of pure boys and makes them into his own power!

Don't let yourself be deceived, don't listen with your ears, feel with your heart! Feel what is right and what justice is!

If you don't know how then I will teach you…!

With a blazing heart, I am Chiaki Morisawa! I'm an ally of justice!

Troubled youngster, don't say anything, just follow me…!

Eichi: Hello, Chiaki. Calling me a dream eater is such a nice greeting. Also, you're as sweltering as ever.

Hmm… This is unexpected. Are you our opponents for the first round?

Chiaki: It's my style to strike first, I'm no fan of dragging out dirty matches!

Arrive swiftly! Swiftly settle it! Annihilate! Evil! Immediately!

Eichi: First you call me a dream eater, then evil… you're just saying whatever you want. How troublesome, I'm bad with you because it's impossible to reason with you…

RYUSEITAI's leader, Chiaki Morisawa. No, should I call you Ryusei Red instead?

Still, there's a limit to being thoughtless.

It's true that RYUSEITAI is a prominent and powerful unit even in Yumenosaki Academy. However, you winning won't happen even in your dreams.

Losing in the opening act like this would be really uncool, wouldn't it, mister ally of justice?

Chiaki: Hahaha! Going down in a grand manner is a man's fantasy ☆

However! There's no way I came with the intention to lose, of course I came to make you fall silent in surprise!

Everyone is avoiding fine because they wouldn't like to go up against them and lose in the first round!

I had a feeling that would happen. And aren't I exactly right!

The ones who will shame themselves by losing in the first round are you—fine will be the unit who will get knocked off their high horse…!

Eichi: Hmm, I wonder just where that confidence comes from.

If you were just a frog in a well, I could have said hearing you croak would be somewhat adorable.

You appear in front of me declaring your animosity towards me. So I won't spare any mercy for you, you know?

Chiaki: Of course, there's no need to hold back! We will also be doing our utmost best, the climax approaches prematurely…!

Let us begin a truly decisive battle, emperor and your merry company!

Eichi: My company is less merry than yours, though.

As always, your costumes stand out in a bad way. It's much too vulgar; I never called for a band of comedians.

Chiaki: Who's a comedian!?

Shinobu: We are actually a lot like a band of comedians de gozaru…♪

Tetora: It's both like there is and there isn't a sense of unity! These outfits were diligently made by Taishou, so it feels even better to wear than necessary.

Midori: I wonder… My height doesn't match, so it's hard to move around, and I'm so embarrassed I could die…

Tetora: Hahaha, Midori-kun is growing like a bean sprout, after all! I'm jealous! A constitution like yours would be a great asset for a martial artist ♪

Midori: But I'm not a martial artist…

Haaa, just why am I a member of this jolly group of people… I'm depressed, I want to die…

Tetora: Guts! You have to blow away your shyness with hard work and guts, Midori-kun!

Shinobu: Hiding your shame is what makes a ninja de gozaru!

Midori: I'm not a ninja either…

Kanata: Alright, alright. Midori, would you like to eat some fish?

Eichi: …Oh? This is unusual, you usually don't come to the front of the stage yourself!

Kanata: I came because I was called ♪

On top, all five of us together are RYUSEITAI, aren't we?

Chiaki: Exactly, Kanata! No, Ryusei Blue…☆

However, you shouldn't waste your breath, you have to follow the proper procedures first and introduce yourself!

Tetora: Ossu! Well then I guess I will make the first move ☆

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bear-in-area · 8 months ago

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can i take a minute to complain

my anatomy class wants me to watch a bunch of pro-life videos and answer questions based on them as part of the reproductive system unit. and im like, this feels more like indoctrination than anything public schools teach. 20 questions btw. 20. i do NOT wanna do that.

here's MY questions. if life starts at conception then why do we celebrate BIRTHdays and not CONCEPTION days? we calculate a person's age based on their day of BIRTH, NOT their day of conception, so who's to say that a person's life truly begins when the zygote is formed? like, yeah, i suppose technically the thing is living but until it actually resembles a human baby i'd argue it's only as alive as a person's singular internal organ.

and like, do these people genuinely believe it is okay for a child to give birth to another child? do they genuinely think, should a kid who is still in like middle/high school get pregnant, that the kid MUST bear that child?

they GENUINELY believe, that a person/couple who is not in a place where they can safely and adequately raise a child, whether that's due to money, living situation or anything else, should be forced to have a baby should they get pregnant?

do they GENUINELY believe that a mother whose life is put in danger by her pregnancy for whatever reason, must have that baby anyway and risk dying? is the mother, who has family, friends, a job, hopes and dreams and goals, really of LESS worth than a baby who has no place in the world as of yet? imagine being that kid, growing up with the knowledge that your birth killed your mother. it's not necessarily your fault, it's not like you had any say in the matter, but imagine the guilt you'd live with, especially if your birth was forced.

and more importantly, what's gonna happen to that child once it's born? depending on the circumstances, it could either be a burden on the family to take care of or given up to an orphanage, and neither of those living situations are very good. who's adopting the orphaned kids who would have otherwise been aborted and not been another mouth to feed, another mind to teach, another person to spend time and energy and money to keep alive, where there may not be a sufficiency of those things?

i think it is arguably unethical for a kid to grow up in a situation where their needs are not adequately met and/or the parents are incapable of raising them well and/or did not want the kid in the first place. no one should be forced to bear the kind of burden raising a child can be.

these people are only thinking of the immediate effects of abortion - you are killing what would be a child. and i know why; it's all because of the Psalm about god creating the speaker. like, yeah, sure, believe god personally takes the time to design each and every new baby as they develop, not at all based on DNA and cellular processes or anything. but why are you implying that something that hasn't experienced life yet is of more value than someone who has? if god created everyone, why is it okay to kill certain people who have BEEN living, but not someone who hasn't developed enough for life yet? and this is just me arguing on their playing field, i am not christian.

anyway, if you outlaw abortion, you create more orphans, more kids who need to be educated, and more people who, due to their living situations growing up, likely won't be able to get very good jobs, and thus a higher likelihood of increased poverty, both for those kids in their adult years and low-income families forced to have children they didn't want because they cannot afford to raise them. not only that, but you increase the amount of potentially abused, neglected, or otherwise traumatized kids because of either bad parents or poorly-run orphanages. i doubt god would like that. i dunno about him, but i would prefer happy kids and happy families allowed to abort should they need to over the above.

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