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dandylovesturtles · 15 days ago

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I'm trying to get myself back into writing by doing some little things here and there. This is the first one that is actually worth it to post here lol

Awhile back I asked on discord for suggestions of things I could write and then for a long time I didn't actually do anything lol BUT I finally did something. This ficlet is based on a suggestion @abbeyofcyn gave me about Donnie feeling anxiety over a having a new home post S2 (at least I remember it being Cyn but the message is so old now I can't find it orz I'm sorry if it was someone else)

I hope you enjoy it!

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The subway station has been closed to the public since the nineties. Most of the ways in are already blocked off, and it will be trivial to finish that work to keep out any intruders. The tracks and maintenance station make an ideal garage and workspace for the tank. The old electrical wiring and water pipes are easily accessible. There’s still functioning toilets in the old bathrooms, and ventilated spaces ideal for cooking. There’s easy access to the street, the rest of the subway system, and the sewers. Splinter hums approvingly as he circles an old staff area with a tape measure. His brothers shout as they call dibs on rusted out train cars. April enthusiastically notes that the station is close to her new campus.

It checks all the boxes on their list, and then some.

So why has the sick feeling in the pit of Donnie’s stomach gotten worse instead of better?

There must be something wrong with it. Some flaw they aren’t seeing, some con they haven’t considered. He needs to go over his lists again; double check and triple check from every angle. They’ve only been here an hour - it would just be irresponsible to make a decision so quickly!

He desperately fires up his tablet again and pulls up his list, scrolling with hard taps as his eyes fly over the compiled criteria. There must be something… Something!

It’s structurally sound. There’s ample space for skateboard ramps and arcade machines. There’s plenty of lighting that will only need simple maintenance to be functional. There’s a big space that can be used for a new lab. It checks all the boxes, but there must be at least one it’s not checking, or why would Donnie’s blood curdle at the thought of actually living here?

The way the air moves through the space is wrong. The way the sounds echo off the walls and floors is unfamiliar. The smell is not the one he spent his whole life inhaling. It’s all wrong in a way that embeds itself in Donnie’s very skin, leaves him feeling slimy and nauseous and off kilter, like everything was just tilted at a dutch angle.

He scrolls to the bottom of the list and taps a few more times to be sure. “Air feels right” and “Echoes are normal” and “Smell is bad” are not boxes to be checked, so it can’t be any of those things. It has to be something else… It has to be something!

He scrolls back to the top of his list. Then he scrolls back to the bottom. He can’t find it. But it has to be there.

“Whoa,” says Leo, and Donnie jolts, his head snapping up. “I’ve never seen Donnie look like he wants to murder a computer before.”

“Please don’t tell Raph that something’s wrong with the structural checks or whatever,” says Raph, just behind Leo. They’re all coming up to him, probably wondering why he’s been standing in the same spot for…

Donnie glances at his screen and jolts again. Twenty four minutes and thirty seven second!?

“Come on, Dee, this place has got to be perfect,” says Leo. “I already know exactly where I’m putting my action figures in my new digs!”

“And I’m already getting sooo many ideas for graffiti!” says Mikey excitedly, bouncing in place where he stands next to April. “And I can’t wait to design the kitchen layout! I can’t believe I get to start from scratch and do it just how I want!”

“Raph already knows exactly where the dojo is goin’,” Raph joins in. When Leo blows a raspberry, Raph pushes him forward and smirks when he has to catch himself.

“I think this is the best you guys are gonna get,” says April. “Unless you wanna move to the Hidden City.”

“We can’t, Raph still has a warrant for his arrest.”

“I keep tellin’ you guys, that ain’t Raph!”

“I only wish I had known about this place earlier,” comes Splinter’s voice as he joins them. “So much square footage!”

They all start talking excitedly, so fast it blends into a whir in Donnie’s ears. They’ve all already decided, but don’t they see? They can’t live here, because it’s wrong!

“No.”

Donnie’s declaration kills the conversation in its tracks. Everyone stops to look at him, and the sudden attention doesn’t feel as good as it might otherwise.

“No,” he repeats, shaking his head and looking back at his list. “This won’t work.”

A chorus of “What!?” comes from everyone else. Donnie keeps his eyes on his list, scrolling frantically, looking for the problem that he knows is there.

“Is there something wrong with it?” asks April, tone measured.

“Yes,” he says, but doesn’t elaborate, because he doesn’t know what it is yet and how can he answer if he doesn’t have any data?

It’s clear they aren’t going to wait for him to come up with the answer.

“Well what is it? Ventilation? Structural integrity? The wiring? Come on, Dee, give us somethin’.”

“It’s… it’s just wrong. I know it is.” Donnie looks up from his list then, and their skeptical expressions make him coil around his tablet in defense. “We’ve barely seen all of it! How can we know for certain that it will really suit our needs?”

He’s protesting too much, and it’s no surprise when Leo catches on, immediately narrowing his eyes as he hones in on Donnie’s uncertainty.

“You’ve said no to every place we’ve looked at, dude! Are your standards that high, or do you just like living in Barry’s crappy apartment that much?”

“I obviously do not,” Donnie snaps, because he has made no secret of the fact that he hates it there. Sure, it was nice of Draxum to take them in now that they’re homeless and all that, but the apartment is too small, and the sheets are too scratchy, and the way the air conditioner sounds is all wrong, and the street noises bother Donnie at night…

Of course he doesn’t want to keep living there! He never wanted to live there in the first place!

“Then what’s the problem?” Leo asks, folding his arms, and Donnie scowls back.

“I just think we shouldn’t rush into such a big decision just because it sucks to live in Draxum’s apartment,” he reasons, reasonably because he’s being very reasonable!

“And what, wait for our realtor to find us a few more listings?” Leo says with heavy snark.

“Leo,” says Raph with a warning tone, before looking back at Donnie. “Look, we can take tonight to think about it,” he suggests. “But if there’s nothing really wrong with it, I think this is gonna be the best we can do.”

Donnie shrinks back. “You say we’ll take tonight to think about it, but you’ve all already decided.” He shakes his head. “But I’m telling you, we can’t live here. It’s wrong.”

“Donnie…” Mikey’s hand touches Donnie’s elbow, and it takes everything in him not to jerk it away. “Is there an actual problem with the place, or is this a feelings problem?”

Donnie jerks away.

Then he turns and sprints away down the nearest subway tunnel.

…

He only makes it to the next condemned platform before he collapses against the wall, panting. Maybe he really should take up Raph’s advice to do more cardio… If he can ever face any of them again, that is.

He sinks to the ground and rests his chin on his knees, looking around at the unfamiliar scenery. He knew the old tunnels of his home like he knew the curves and grooves in his favorite wrench. But his favorite wrench is lost forever under an insurmountable amount of rubble, and the tunnels around him are foreign and imposing.

He doesn’t want to live in Draxum’s apartment anymore.

But he doesn’t want to live here.

He wants to go home.

The ugly, bitter feeling in his stomach twists again, and he groans and presses his face into his knees, covering his head with his arms. He knows exactly what would fix this, and it’s something he can’t have.

He did the tests himself, over and over again. He knows that their old home would take years, decades to make livable again. They simply can’t fix it. It’s too big to be fixed.

Which means he cannot be fixed.

The understanding that he’ll feel this way forever washes over Donnie, leaving him desolated. How is he ever supposed to function again?

How can the rest of his family move on so easily when he’s still like this?

Footsteps echo off the walls, and he tenses up, curling tighter into himself. It’s no surprise that one of them came after him. He’s just glad it’s only one set of footsteps, and not five.

He doesn’t look up as they draw close. He doesn’t have to. A barefooted tread, light and airy with a bit of a hop to it even when the mood is somber. He’d know it anywhere.

Mikey plops down next to him and says, “Ready to talk to Doctor Feelings?”

Donnie shakes his head without looking up.

Mikey hums. “Wanna talk to Doctor Delicate Touch?”

Donnie shakes his head harder.

There’s a shuffle, and then warmth against Donnie’s side. “Wanna talk to your favorite little brother in the whole wide world?”

Donnie finally lifts his head enough to look at Mikey with one eye. “Winning by default isn’t something to brag about,” he notes.

A huge grin crosses Mikey’s face. “Hey, there you are!”

“Here I am,” Donnie notes dryly, and it sounds miserable even to his own ears.

Mikey’s expression falls into something more soft. He scoots around to Donnie’s front, then says, “You’re homesick.”

Homesick feels too small for the dark feelings that are swallowing Donnie whole. It’s just not enough.

“...I don’t want to live somewhere new,” he says, and it sounds like, I don’t want everything to be different.

“Yeah, it’s a lot,” says Mikey, even though Donnie knows he can’t be feeling it like this, or at least hopes his little brother isn’t. “You’ll get used to it, though!”

It almost makes Donnie laugh. He can’t begin to imagine it ever feeling anything but terrible. “How do you know?”

“Because I have experience,” says Mikey breezily, like it’s obvious.

Donnie hopes the skepticism shows on his face. “Really? Micheal, we were both too young when Papa moved us to the lair.”

“Yeah, I don’t remember that. But I do remember when we all got our own rooms!”

Donnie considers that with some surprise. He vaguely remembers that… mostly because he was happy that Raph and Leo couldn’t put their stuff on his side anymore. “Ah yes. A joyous day for all of us.”

“Well it wasn’t too happy for me!” Mikey retorts, folding his arms. “I didn’t want any of us to get our own rooms. I… wasn’t ready to be without you guys.”

Actually, now that Mikey says that, Donnie does remember that part of it. “I also remember that you weren’t without us, because you slept in one of our rooms every night for two months.”

Mikey nods seriously. “Yeah! Because I wasn’t ready for change!”

“And we had to make a rotating chart so that each of us could get a full night of sleep once in a while.”

“Huh?” Mikey pouts. “What do you mean? I sleep like an angel!”

“Kicking and chewing on anything in grabbing distance seems more like demon behavior,” Donnie notes, and Mikey huffs and makes a big show of being offended.

“The point, Donald,” he stresses, “is that it was a big change! And I wasn’t happy about it for a loooong time.” He leans back. “I didn’t get why you guys were so happy about moving out when I wasn’t. It felt like you were all leaving me behind.”

Donnie frowns. “But we were literally a few feet away,” he notes. “As you proved nightly.”

Mikey points at him excitedly. “Exactly! It was a big change, but I still had you guys. And eventually, you guys helped me get excited about it, too.”

Donnie tries to remember what exactly they did to accomplish that, but… “All I remember is that we helped you hang up your finger paintings and put glow in the dark stickers on the ceiling.”

“Yep!” Mikey nods sagely. “You helped make it my own. I got where I was excited to be in my room, because it was how I wanted it to be!” He falters, tapping his chin. “And also I remember Leo said something about all my toys being sad if they were alone in my room at night…”

“Ah. Manipulative tactics,” Donnie observes.

“But that’s not the point! The point is that when I made it my own, change wasn’t so scary anymore.” He waves back down the tunnel. “And that’s what’s going to work for you, too! Because you’re going to build yourself a big new lab and decorate your room just how you want it, and you’re going to love it!”

Donnie feels absolutely no confidence in that. The idea of building a new lab, of decorating his room, of getting used to the new space, doesn’t fill him with excitement. There is only dread there, and exhaustion, and an insurmountable realization that nothing is ever going to be the same as it was before.

“That might work for you,” he says softly, tiredly. “But I don’t think it will for me. I don’t think I will ever stop feeling…”

He still doesn’t know what to call this.

“...Homesick.”

“But you will,” says Mikey, putting a hand on his arm. This time, Donnie doesn’t jerk away. “You know how I know?”

“How?”

“Because you went through it with the rooms too, Dee.”

Donnie scoffs, shaking his head. “I was glad to have my own room,” he asserts. “The rest of you kept getting your things into my space. It was annoying.”

“Sure, maybe you were happy about that part,” says Mikey simply, “but do you remember the big storm? The first one after we moved into our rooms, that was sooo loud we could hear it?”

Again, Donnie thinks he vaguely recalls something like that. It clearly didn’t leave as large an impression on him as it did on Mikey, though.

“I… might,” he says.

“I remember,” says Mikey, “that I was so scared, I ran straight to Raph’s room! And he was already awake, and he was under the covers, and we made a tent together.” He giggles. “And then you came in, and then Leo! And I realized then, maybe you guys weren’t really as happy about sleeping in separate rooms as I thought.”

He shifts around again, pressing himself into Donnie’s side.

“We went through that all together. And we’re gonna go through this together, too. And that’s how I know it’ll be okay!”

Donnie can’t help but make a skeptical noise. He’s not sure it will be. It just feels like too much.

“We’re all homesick, too,” Mikey confides. “We show it different than you… But we are. We’re going through it with you.”

Donnie knows they miss home, too. He knows that. But still…

“What if you’re wrong,” he says, “and it’s not okay?”

“Then…” Mikey trails off, thinking. “Then I’ll use the money I saved up to buy you that limited edition Atomic Lass figure you wanted!”

Donnie twists his head to stare at him. “That figure currently values at eight hundred and fifty dollars,” he says.

Mikey grimaces. “I will give you all the money I have saved up to help you buy it!” he amends.

Donnie snorts. Then he laughs. Then he leans into the warmth of his little brother.

He doesn’t want to live somewhere new… but it won’t be entirely new. His family will still be there. Just a few steps away.

“Does the laughing mean you’ll come back with me?” asks Mikey. “Because this tunnel is cold.”

Donnie snorts again. “I will go back with you,” he agrees, “because I actually don’t have a choice in the matter.”

“Yes! I did it!” Mikey hops to his feet, extending a hand. “Another W for Doctor Feelings!”

“Winning by default is nothing to brag about,” says Donnie again. But he takes Mikey’s hand, and they go back to the station together.

#dandy fic #rottmnt #rise donnie #rise mikey #as usual this has minimal proofreading lol

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clemelntine · 7 days ago

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They did it again

Fadel and Style had sex in an abandoned building in the woods and I have never been sane about anything in my life ever, so here are my thoughts and interpretations of that.

Thoughts on the storage room sex and fantasies we saw from FadelStyle in ep 2 and 3

Before we start, I know I'm a bit late. So if you've forgotten this episode, allow me to quickly promote @airenyah and the beautiful summary and analysis she made of Fadel Styles' little journey in episode 4.

Before their sex scene this episode we once again get two scenes that show what each of them wants (or that can at least tell us something about their desires and where they stand)

Style has a sex dream that is just a montage of shots from the storage room. I thought I might find something in the specific shots they used, but its pretty much just a summary of the entire scene (a compilation of highlights, I guess). This does tell us that he liked it. If they had just shown shots from a specific action, it could have indicated that only that was enjoyable to Style. But the entire sex scene being summarized shows that, if anything, all of it was good to Style. I already said in my previous post that Styles fantasy in the host club showed that Style wanted fadel to take control and act on his own desires. This dream only confirms that more.

The dream starts with Fadel saying, "If you want it, I'll give it to you." Which was what he said right before he kissed Style. It makes sense, since it started the sex, now it starts the memory of it. But they could have also started it with Style asking if Fadel doesn't like him a little bit, like the cut in the trailer, or have no words in it at all. Style specifically remembering these words and tying them to the sex in his memory/mind indicate that Style was aware that there weren't that many feelings involved. Fadels words made it sound like he is giving in for the sake of Style, not for anything he wants (maybe to put up a wall, plausible deny ability, or maybe cuz that was part of Fadels motivation). Style knows that and will spend the rest of the episode trying to change their relationship, to also be romantic. I also think (and have said in my previous post) that Style was kind of into the idea of Fadel doing it for him, but that's besides the point.

At first, he seems pretty content, it was a good dream, but after he's woken up and he looks down, there is a look of slight shock and surprise, and he curses. He clearly didn't expect he would be so attracted to Fadel. Didn't think it would affect him this much. I don't doubt that he is aware of his feelings and his attraction, but I think he at least thought he was in control of it. He knew he liked Fadel but didn't expect this to creep up to him like that to make him feel things when he wasn't conscious/aware.

Not technically a fantasy, but Fadel cutting Styles shirt in the kitchen does tell us some things.

In this scene, Fadel is reminded of the lack of control he has over his emotions (just like Style earlier in the morning). Style brings to his attention that Fadel missed Style. This is no new information to Fadel, but for it to be called out like that startles him, brings up his fight or flight a little as he bites back by saying Style is annoying. But Style doesn't back down. He claims that he knows Fadel likes it when Style messes with him. I do think this might have been slightly new information to Fadel. He might have been hiding behind his attraction to Styles body to stop himself from having to admit he likes his personality.

Because that is imidiatly where he takes it. He points the attention back to Styles body by laying him down on the table and cutting his shirt. This is also a sort of response to Style saying he needs to let go of the control. He can't do that yet, just like he can't admit to liking Style on a lever deeper than sex, or at least he won't allow himself. He goes to attack Style, to try and prove him wrong, but also indulge himself a bit. He finds Style hot, and I don't doubt he loved seeing Style laying on the counter like that. Eyes closed full trust in Fadel and very vulnerable. So he challenges that trust by laying scissors on his stomach, no reaction. Style wasn't bluffing when he said he wasn't scared of Fadel. So Fadel goes on, cuts, and then swiftly rips open Styles shirt, a counterattack to the way Style so quickly bared Fadels secrets (and heart, like ripping open his chest).

Style seems to be into it though, a big smile plastered across his face. This is the exact type of stuff we've seen he likes, Fadel acting on his own accord and responding to Style. Most of Styles teasing is to get a reaction out of Fadel, and this is one heck of a reaction. It might not have been Fadel letting go of control like he initially wanted, but it is progress, and Style doesn't mind it (we'll get to losing control later in the episode, of course). And once again, Style places his hands on Fadel in an encouraging way. Not exactly holding Fadel down, but signaling that he wants him close.

And that is what finally brings us to the woods. As soon as Fadel dragged Style away from the meeting, I wondered if they were really going to have sex again. Even considered Fadel might be into whatever that is. But then he decided to drive Style (who willingly got into the car, that man's trust surprises me every episode) to the middle of nowhere and just leave him. I don't think he had any ill intent. He probably just wanted to scare Style, but that clearly didn't work. Style even said: I know you're going to kill me, but I'm not scared. And I believe him. He continuously sees that Fadel is dangerous and capable of harm but continues to return every time.

Style initiates the kiss. He had previously let Fadel take control cause he wanted to do/see what Fadel wanted. Because although Style might have been very annoying and provocative, he does seem to know and understand the vulnerability that comes with sex. He even points out multiple times that he doesn't want a one night stand and isn't the type of person to just bang and bail. Style knows and feels the connection that sex creates and requires. So Style is scared of taking that too far with Fadel, and he had been letting Fadel do what he wanted. But in the woods, Style just got verbal confirmation that the thing Fadel wants is Style. It might not have been direct, but what Fadel said is as much of a confession as Style will need, and he finally takes the liberty to make the firsts move, to be active.

(Also I realize the kisses in the locker room were initiated by Style but because those weren't really with the intentions of going anywhere and were more to tease Fadel and test the waters, I didn't include them I this conversation. This was also before Style developed a genuine interest in Fadel)

This is also a big change for Fadel. So far, he had been the one to act during their intercourse. It was a way to take control of the situation (but also, as @nnnn99999 pointed out in this post, it gave space for him to slip up. He was able to do anything and let himself go, got too into it, still inevitably lost control). Framing the sex as being for Style might also have been a way for Fadel to distance himself from it slightly. View it as just an act, a service to be given out. It couldn't all have been for Style, though. There were too many kisses placed along his skin to convince me of that. Fadel likes Style, and he likes making him happy/satisfied.

But now it was Styles' turn, and we immediately see parallels as well as differences. @secriden already documented and showed these really well in this post (the side by side screenshots really help visualize it better).

The similarity in hand placement (both of them placing a hand on the others jaw/neck during the first kiss if the scenes) might be Style mirroring what Fadel did. A strategy often used to build connection. But I doubt Style knows of this or even thought if it during this time (although it might still have had the same effect on Fadel). I assume Style held Fadels face like that, two hands with one behind his neck, to keep him in place or position him better. Fadel having the same intentions when he did it as well (and maybe a slight choking kink, who knows).

Both of the scenes are bathed in blue lighting, which often signifies coldness. And although that makes sense for their first time in the storage room (them not really connecting emotionally), it doesn't fit the scene in the abandoned building very well. This cold can, however, also be a calm feeling. This could signify that in the abandoned building, they are at ease. After the high tension confession, Style settles the mood by telling Fadel that it is okay to love, and it makes them both feel more comfortable. After that, their blue lighting no longer shows their emotional distance but their content feelings. The singular light illuminating them from above also creates a feeling of intimacy.

After Fadel kisses him, instead of sitting back and letting him do what he wants, Style decides to take the upper hand and initiate once again. He first lifts Fadels shirt, swiftly caresses the skin under it, and them moves quickly down to his pants. Style puts his hand in Fadels pants and does so with a very watchful eye. He observes Fadel and tries to keep as much eye contact as he can, a direct contrast with Fadel in the first scene who focused all of his attention on burying his face in Styles skin. Both are actions of desire, both show a clear interest in pleasing the other while still taking in as much satisfaction from the action for themselves as well.

Whereas Fadel kissing every inch of Styles skin shows an active determination to make him feel good (and of course enjoy Styles skin). Style looking at Fadel for the reaction he gives (something he also does when teasing Fadel, once again he wants to see what Fadel thinks, wants him to respond and go along) shows that, he this time too wants Fadel to get pleasure out of it. Last time, he thought that could be achieved by letting him do his thing (letting him use Style as a way to get to his own climax). This time, he knows Fadel likes and wants him and decides to take action into his own hands: he will be the one to make Fadel happy. And as we see by the look on Styles face, he too gets off on Fadels pleasure.

Their eye contact also indicate they have a deeper connection now. The eyes are the gateway to the soul, and after Fadels confession, they are both ready to face that.

Fadel is shocked at first. This isn't something that he would assume Style would do and isn't something he had shown to like. But as soon as the surprise wears of he gets into it. And it is finally time for Fadel to let go of control. He already gave up a lot of his control when he confessed to liking Style because a lot of the reason why Fadel felt like he had the upper hand was because Style was pursuing and following him (their interactions depended on wether Fadel went allong or not, he was able to control that). Now that he admits he likes him back, they are on even playing ground and ready to pursue each other equally. And with Style jerking him off it seems like their relationship is finally building more trust as well as being more 50/50.

Another point I liked is the focus on Fadel laying his hand on Styles hip. This is a beautiful contrast with the way his hand hovered over Styles hip when he kissed him in the locker rooms. Back in the lockerrooms he didn't trust Style yet and wasn't interested in him (at least not emotionally/romantically)

And that's why this time, at the car, when Style asks if Fadel wants to date and gives his flirty little reason, Fadel agrees. Over the course of the episode, since his sexy dream, Styles has tried to build a stronger relationship with Fadel, and it had finally come to fruition. When he now teases Fadel, he goes along, and when he shows his emotions, Fadel responds. It's like his demeanor shifts, and he realizes that Style is actually serious about wanting to date him.

I also really like how Style says specifically, "What you said to me just now, I feel the same way, y'know? This isn't just Style telling Fadel that he likes him, Style is reminding Fadel of his own feelings, affirming them. He does this a lot. He did it in the kitchen when he repeated that Fadel misses him. He did it in the storage room when pointing out that fadel likes him a little. Style is pretty good at reading people, and repeating that back to them not only acknowledges those feelings but also shows that Style cares and is putting in effort. It's also fun to see him teasing Fadel with the fact that he is easy to read because fadel doesn't want to be

There is a lot to be said about the last quarter of the episode and how knowing the truth changes Styles behavior but for that you'll have to go somewhere else. @secredin made a really good post about it.

Forgive me if this is a lil shit and reads like ass. I'm just trying to get my thoughts down on paper so I can move on. Anyways I'm finally gonna go watch episode 5 now!!

#the heart killers #the heart killers the series #fadelstyle #fadel thk #style thk #joongdunk #joong archen #dunk natachai #finally got this done #sorry it is so uncohesive #i honestly dont even know anymore

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kivino · 1 year ago

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Platonic!Task Force 141 x Eastern European!Reader

Word Counter – ~1.9k

Summary – a compilation of headcanons about how reader’s Eastern European background would affect interactions with Task Force 141 during an undercover mission together.

Tags/Warnings – Gn!reader, Eastern European!reader (obviously), Platonic!TF141, fluff, mostly.

A/n – RUSSIANS DNI (this is a personal boundary, so I ask you to respect it, if you don’t like it just scroll past this post). Very self-indulgent. Just showing more love to my fellow Eastern European readers. Since it is mostly based on my own experience growing up as a Ukrainian, I’m sorry if certain things don’t resonate with you! This whole thing was made for fun and fun only.

So, let’s assume our beloved Task Force needs to go undercover to get some information on Makarov and his merry band of goons. Obviously, they can’t do it without at least one team member, who is familiar with the way of living in Eastern Europe. So, naturally, Laswell introduces you to them – born and raised there, ready to help them and stop your sworn enemy from escalating an already pretty shitty situation.

“So, allow me to introduce your new team member for the duration of this mission” Laswell nods to the door when you walk in, saying your name and callsign, already catching some looks full of curiosity from Task Force 141.

First thing they noticed about you? Resting bitch face for days. Who needs a mask when you have a death stare that will give the heebie-jeebies to most if not all of your teammates? However, they feel even more taken aback when you suddenly greet them with a warm, welcoming smile and a firm handshake, not a trace of that sour expression on your face.

One would think that you’d spend hours preparing four of them for the mission by teaching them language, helping to memorize names and faces of contacts, Makarov’s trusted allies, and potential targets. Naturally, you did your job, but those precious hours were also spent with you standing next to a whiteboard, ranting about the politics and societal issues of your country, explaining certain national jokes, and teaching them swear words or poetry you studied at school. But hey, they’re not complaining (maybe a little).

They were skeptical about this whole deal at first. However, there was a shared understanding between the four of them that they needed to do whatever it took to stop the spreading of Makarov’s influence and diminish his resources in other countries. With time, however, they’ve found things that made their life in a completely new environment a bit more enjoyable and interesting.

Soap would pick up on your native language the fastest out of the Task Force. Under all these jokes and goofiness Johnny’s a smart guy, inquisitive as hell too, which makes a pretty good mix. He’d try to write down how you pronounce things in his sketchbook, dedicating pages upon pages to making a small vocabulary of what you say, searching up the translations of words any chance he gets. Convinces himself that it just helps him to get more into his new way of life, and not at all because he likes seeing you all excited when he slips a word in your language somewhere in the conversation.

“So how do you say it?” he points to the sentence, messily scribbled on the page with the ballpoint pen he slipped from Gaz. There is a slight frown between your brows – the word looks unfamiliar, more like gibberish than something in your language. You can practically feel the gears in your head screech and come to a halt as you drill Soap’s handwriting with your eyes.

“Oh, wait. You made a mistake here. No wonder I have no idea what this is.” You quickly take the pen and scratch the right version of the word on the paper, while Johnny chuckles at your brutal honesty. He doesn’t say anything though. Some time passes and you’re already correcting other words he wrote down, explaining the right way to say them. And you can feel a pleasant warmth spread in your chest when you can see Soap’s utmost attention directed at you.

Johnny can’t help but feel that moments like these were somewhat of a way to bond for you two. He’d jokingly offer to give you some Scottish classes each time you playfully flick him on the forehead for a word he pronounced wrong. He never expected you to take him up on the offer until the five of you got stuck in a countryside safehouse and essentially had nothing to do while waiting.

On the topic of Eastern European countryside, Price is not an old man by any measure, man’s not even forty yet, but it would grow so massively on him that it’s concerning. When you finally got a good, reliable contact that gave you some useful information you had to lay low for some time in a safe house not far from one of many Makarov’s places where the next weapon deal would be held. And while you waited several days for his people to show up there, obviously almost all of you were bored out of your minds. Not Price though. The man went exploring. Of course, taking you with him (he only wanted company on his small journey through the cozy countryside, don’t blame him).

Soon enough, during your walk you two come across the abundance of berry bushes and fruit trees everywhere, and while you pick something to munch on from them constantly, Price only scolds you. You smirk in response, giving him a handful of ripe mulberries, your lips and fingers now a dark red color from the juice.

“It’s going to rot if nobody eats it. People who plant these trees would rather someone enjoy them instead of fruits just falling on the ground, getting squished, and going to waste.” And Price takes note of that with a small smile. Soon enough the two of you find a spring the whole village uses, a willow standing tall beside it, providing shade for you two to rest, chat a bit, and cool yourself off with fresh water. The fact that there are not many people around also doesn’t miss him. It’s quiet and peaceful, Price finally feels like he has room to breathe with his whole chest.

“You know, I could get used to a life like this.” Price finally mutters, enjoying your simple, comforting presence, walking along the river shore, and hearing the distant sounds of a train passing through the village. You look at him with understanding in your eyes, as you see the tension in his shoulders finally slipping away. Your captain relaxes, which is a pleasant change of pace from the frown on his face that you got used to.

All five of you had to live in the same apartment in an old panel building closer to the edge of town. Not the best place to live, but a good opportunity to blend in with the locals and find leads on Makarov’s criminal “friends”. More than once you’ve found yourself sitting together with Ghost on the balcony that creaked with each blow of the wind, in complete silence while he was smoking some cheap cigarettes that smelled more like burnt paper instead of tobacco.

“Can I join you?” Your voice is a quiet rasp, as you lean against the doorway, pushing the mosquito netting to the side. You couldn’t sleep. Not when the whole world will go down the drain if you fail your mission. Not when it’s been a month already and it felt like you were still right where you started.

“Knock yourself out” the man shrugs, patting the stool near him. You shuffle your bare feet on the newspapers that were laid out on the balcony floor, plopping down on the seat, your eyes immediately getting glued to the view, enjoying the breeze that seeped through the open window. You two sit in silence for so long, but it doesn’t feel awkward, quite on the contrary – weirdly calming and serene.

After that night these nightly smoke breaks became a sort of tradition for you two, a way to wind down after a long day. Ghost would nod towards the balcony, a silent invitation reserved only for you. Regardless of whether you’re a smoker or not, occasionally he would offer you a cigarette from his pack or a hit from the lit one. A gesture of camaraderie.

“Thought you’d be more talkative.” Ghost’s voice sounds gruff after the whole day working your asses off just to discover the lead that you had was absolute bullshit.

“And I thought you weren’t a type for small talk.” You grumble in return, just as annoyed about coming back to this dingy apartment with nothing.

“That I am” He lets out a low chuckle, flicking his cigarette into an ashtray in his hand, avoiding eye contact with you.

Kyle found himself liking your cooking above everything else. The way he would eat anything thrown together in a hurry by you was quite flattering. So soon enough you offered to teach him how to make some of your favorite national dishes, and he couldn’t say no to your offer. So, you decided to start easy – picking out the fresh ingredients. And where do you go to do that? Not a grocery store, no way in hell. The market filled with tons of people is the place you need. A lot cheaper than your usual supermarket too.

The number of times you got discounts for fruits and vegetables on the market from older women just for Gaz’s pretty eyes was insane. He would just blink at you with confusion written all over his face anytime you glanced at him with that smile and refused to explain why you spent a lot less money than expected on the fresh vegetables. At some point, Gaz even questioned his ability to count before you told him just not to worry about it since you got a “very special bargain”. And, obviously, Kyle was the one carrying the plastic bags filled to the brim with fresh produce.

“You know, your version of the dish is not half-bad,” You say, licking the spoon and giving Gaz a wide smile, which he immediately returns to you tenfold. Spending time like this with him was a pleasure. Each minute spent together made you loathe even thinking about the time when you’d have to part ways and you won’t be able to teach him your cultural cuisine like this anymore.

“Well, I have a great teacher to thank for that.” Gaz gives you a charming smile, so glad to finally have a distraction from the constant looming presence of Makarov in his thoughts. Right this moment he caught himself thinking that he was happy they had you here with them. It would be a lot harder if not for you supporting and guiding them through everything. He felt…thankful.

You’d bring the whole Task Force to different cafes that serve your country's most famous dishes, but Kyle would be the one to enjoy these outings the most, barely raising his eyes from the plate to participate in the conversation.

“Wow, are you in a hurry or something? The food won’t run away from you.” You chuckle, while Kyle ignores the odd saying coming from you and continues to eat with the huge appetite he had ever since this undercover mission started.

However, nothing lasts forever, so after finishing their business with you, getting all the information they needed, and “cleaning up the mess” Task Force 141 bids you farewell, returning to their usual duties. Saying goodbye is never easy, even if you knew each other just for several months you still got attached to them, just like they grew very fond of you (as much as some of them hated to admit that). But hey, they promised to visit you after they finish up with Makarov. They promised. And the four of them keep the promises they make.

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lastwave · 1 year ago

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Harry Du Bois, the skills + DID/OSDD coding

a compilation of most of my thoughts on harry as a system (note: i am system im not just like. pulling stuff out my ass)

1. Structural Dissociation Theory crash course

so for this point i'm going to give you a crash course structural dissociation theory (do not use me as a source for ur knowledge on it this is very like. base level and just to establish context)

structural dissociation states that we all start as multiple different facets, and that as we grow up, these facets all fuse into a cohesive personality. however, in DID/OSDD, ongoing trauma proves it safer to NOT fuse these facets and instead develop dissociative and amnestic barriers between them to varying degrees. these facets cope by developing into individual personalities, and if traumatic events persist, the brain may split more personalities to try and cope with this. this gives us two bits of information that i'm going to use throughout this

1. there is no "original", just alters that host for long periods of time and/or identify with the body the most

2. amnestic & dissociative barriers are fluid. in times of rest, these barriers may start to come down between some alters, but not necessarily all.

**NOTE: these are not hard and fast rules and vary from system to system. it's also vastly different if you have Polyfrag DID or Complex DID. since I don't hc Harry as polyfrag or complex tho, i'm not gonna get into that

2. Harry (the system)

so it's pretty easy to establish that harry has a good handful of childhood trauma. being born in a military hospital + town and growing up there means he probably saw and/or heard a lot of death and sickness. we also know his father left based on the logic passive in the measurehead conversation

we also know from the reaction speed passive when you find out your name that harry was born in a time all these were concerns. most likely, hunger, considering how through the game hunger + eating is an undertone w/ harry

we also have the klaasje half-light passive implying that harry's been raped (might not have occurred during childhood, but still a contributing factor to trauma)

my point being bro has enough childhood trauma and then some to create a system.

we also see a LOT of amnestic barriers between harry and the rest of the skills. besides the obvious not remembering anything, we see the skills remembering things that harry doesn't.

for example, EChem remembers that harry took speed some point recently, while harry himself doesn't

we also see that the skills have distinct personalities and opinions separate from each other. shit we've got a communist (rhetoric) and a fascist (endurance) living in the same fucking body. half light is immediately suspicious of everyone and everything while empathy tries to understand everyone even to their own detriment. and volition and echem need a whole post of their own. thats some pretty strong dissociative barriers

3. Harry (the alter)

to be quite honest with you i think harry as we, the audience, know him is a brand new split, an introject* of an old host that has either fused with another alter or gone dormant. he's trying to fill a different harry du bois's shoes- someone he is fundamentally similar to, but is, at his core, not

*Definition from did-research.org: Introjects are alters that are based off of an outside person or figure. Introjects may or may not see themselves as the individual that they represent.

knowing nothing about yourself, even what you look like, is a common feeling for new splits (in our experience). with the high amnestic barriers separating harry from the rest of the system, it makes sense that the first time he is conscious he is totally lost about his own identity, where he lives, or what his occupation even is.

losing facts about basic reality is probably a dissociative response. things the brain knows (see encyclopedia filling in gaps once given a prompt about something like Fillipe the Conquerer) but doesn't want the new host to know for fear of not being able to function.

4. Certain Alters with Functions

some of the skills fall into alter "archetypes" (not all alters will, even in like. real life systems) and im just gonna list them out here:

ones with subtextual backing:

Volition: Caretaker + Apparent Normal Part

Half-Light: trauma holder

Electro-Chemistry: symptom + trauma holder

Authority: protector

Logic: apparent normal part

ones that are just my headcanons:

Interfacing: little

Endurance: ex-persecutor

Inland Empire: ex-caretaker

here ends my post of articulate thoughts, if u have any like. follow up questions feel free to shoot me an ask. might take me a minute tho

#hugh txt #disco elysium #harry du bois #did osdd

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ohgaylor · 2 years ago

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Pt. 2 of That’s Gay Tay — a list of 🌈 lyrics Taylor has written (that are either queer-coded, implicit, or otherwise explicitly gay)

*disclaimer — this is a massively long post but that’s precisely the point. I hope you enjoy the richness of her music through this lens as much as I enjoyed compiling it. And be sure to click Keep Reading for the full, thorough, beautiful list. (ps. it may glitch and not show the full list, but it should end with Daylight) ☀️

Wonderland — “Too in love to think straight”

I Wish You Would — “We’re a crooked love in a straight line down”

Love Story (original) — “This love is different, but it's real”

Welcome To New York — “Kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats under coats”

Me! — “But one of these things is not like the others, like a rainbow with all of the colors."

The Very First Night — “We broke the status quo”

Better Off — “We don't have to do things their way”

Forever Winter — “It’s not just a phase I’m in”

invisible string — “Time, wondrous time gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies”

Welcome To New York — “And you can want who you want, boys and boys and girls and girls."

ME! — “And you're the kinda guy the ladies want (And there's a lotta cool chicks out there)”

long story short — “The knife cuts both ways”

Vigilante Shit — “I don’t dress for women, I don’t dress for men”

Out Of The Woods — “The rest of the world was black and white. But we were in screaming color”

illicit affairs — “You showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else... You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else”

Daylight — “I once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden“

Crazier — “You showed me somethin' that I couldn't see, you opened my eyes, and you made me believe”

Question…? — “We had one thing goin' on I swear that it was somethin' cause I don't remember who I was before you painted all my nights a color I've searched for since”

State of Grace — “So you were never a saint, and I loved in shades of wrong. We learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts. But this love is brave and wild”

A Place In This World — “Trying to see through the rain coming down even though I'm not the only one who feels the way I do”

Holy Ground — “Yeah, you skip the conversation when you already know”

cowboy like me — “Takes one to know one, you’re a cowboy like me”

So It Goes… — “'Cause, baby, I know what you know. We can feel it”

Message In A Bottle — “I know that you like me and it's kinda frightenin' standin' here waitin', waitin'”

Crazier — “I'd never gone with the wind, just let it flow, let it take me where it wants to go 'til you open the door, there's so much more I'd never seen it before. I was tryin' to fly but I couldn't find wings, but you came along and you changed everything”

Treacherous — “Forever going with the flow But you're friction”

the 1 — “We never painted by the numbers, baby, but we were making it count”

The Other Side of the Door — “All I need is on the other side of the door”

invisible string — “And it's cool, baby, with me”

Don’t Blame Me — “Something happened for the first time”

Holy Ground — “We had this big wide city all to ourselves. We blocked the noise with the sound of, "I need you" and for the first time, I had something to lose”

Cruel Summer — “And it's new, the shape of your body”

You’re On Your Own Kid — “I picked the petals, he loves me not. Something different bloomed”

Hits Different — “Movin' on was always easy for me to do. It hits different, it hits different 'cause it's you”

ivy — “I wish to know the fatal flaw that makes you long to be magnificently cursed”

Getaway Car — “I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed”

ivy — “Tarnished but so grand”

Don’t Blame Me — “For you, I would cross the line”

Don’t Blame Me — “I would fall from grace just to touch your face”

Question…? — “Do you wish you could still touch her? … Did you realize, out of time, she was on your mind”

cardigan — “But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs”

Labyrinth — “I'll be gettin' over you my whole life”

Bigger Than The Whole Sky — “And I've got a lot to pine about. I've got a lot to live without”

ivy — “I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living”

the 1 — “It would've been fun If you would've been the one”

Hits Different — “And I felt you and I held you for a while”

‘tis the damn season — “And the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you and my hometown“

Midnight Rain — “So I peered through a window, a deep portal, time travel, all the love we unravel”

The Great War — “I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone”

Death By A Thousand Cuts — “I look through the windows of this love, even though we boarded them up. Chandelier's still flickering here”

illicit affairs — “And you know damn well, for you, I would ruin myself a million little times”

dress — “Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try and if I get burned, at least we were electrified”

I Did Something Bad — “They say I did something bad. Then why's it feel so good?”

Treacherous — “This hope is treacherous, this daydream is dangerous”

gold rush — “I can't dare to dream about you anymore”

Mastermind — “Once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned. You and I ended up in the same room, at the same time”

King of My Heart — “And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for”

The Archer — “Combat, I'm ready for combat. I say I don't want that, but what if I do?”

22 — “You look like bad news I gotta have you”

gold rush — “Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush”

I Know Places — “It's a scene and we're out here in plain sight I can hear them whisper as we pass by... Something happens when everybody finds out. See the vultures circling, dark clouds”

Cornelia Street — “You hold my hand on the street”

All Of The Girls — “We’re sneakin’ out into town, holding hands, just killing time”

Wonderland — “Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?”

Sparks Fly — “And you stood there in front of me, just close enough to touch”

Enchanted — “The lingering question kept me up 2AM, who do you love?”

the 1 — “I persist and resist the temptation to ask you if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?”

Treacherous — “Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don’t touch... And I'll do anything you say if you say it with your hands”

Untouchable — “Untouchable like a distant diamond sky. I'm reaching out and I just can't tell you why I'm caught up in you”

Message In A Bottle — “I'm reachin' for you, terrified”

The Great War — “My hand was the one you reached for”

Delicate — “Sometimes, when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine all the damn time”

Gorgeous — “There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have”

You Belong With Me — “Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time”

Angelina — “He’s got everything you’d wanna be... Watch him run across to Angelina, But I won’t cause I have always been a bit reckless”

ivy — “My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine, but it's been promised to another”

august — “Your back beneath the sun, wishin' I could write my name on it”

Gorgeous — “You've ruined my life by not being mine”

willow — “Lost in your current like a priceless wine”

ivy — “Oh, I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland. My house of stone, your ivy grows and now I'm covered”

You All Over Me — “I've still got you all over me”

Maroon — “And I wake with your memory over me”

Delicate — “Is it cool that I said all that? Is it too soon to do this yet? ‘cause I know that it's delicate”

Cruel Summer — “And I scream, ‘For whatever it's worth, I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?’”

Snow On The Beach — “You wanting me, tonight feels impossible”

The Other Side of the Door — “All I really want is you To stand outside my window throwin' pebbles, screamin', "I'm in love with you"

Glitch — “We were supposed to be just friends… I think there’s been a glitch”

Welcome Distraction — “I can’t win, so I give in. The more I fight, it just gets stronger. You’re an inconvenient kind of satisfaction, welcome distraction”

The Very First Night — “And so it was, we never saw it coming. Not trying to fall in love but we did like children running”

You Are In Love — “Pauses, then says ‘You’re my best friend’”

Paper Rings — “I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this”

Maroon — “Laughing with my feet in your lap Like you were my closest friend”

Dress — “Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off”

Dress — “All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation. My hands are shaking from holding back from you.”

Don’t Blame Me — “Shaking, pacin', I just need you”

illicit affairs — “clandestine meetings and longing stares”

ivy — “How's one to know? I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones In a faith-forgotten land”

Delicate — “Come here, you can meet me in the back”

willow — “Wait for the signal, and I'll meet you after dark”

Lavender Haze — “Meet me at midnight”

You Are In Love — “One look, dark room, meant just for you”

So It Goes… — “See you in the dark, all eyes on you, my magician”

We Were Happy — “No one could touch the way we laughed in the dark”

Gorgeous — “And you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room”

ivy — “Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow”

Mastermind — “And the touch of a hand lit the fuse”

It’s Nice To Have A Friend — “Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand”

Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve — “If you never touched me, I would've gone along with the righteous. if I never blushed, then they could've never whispered about this”

willow — “I'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans”

Death By A Thousand Cuts — “Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand”

…Ready for It? — “In the middle of the night, in my dreams, I know I'm gonna be with you, so I take my time”

gold rush — “I don't like anticipatin' my face in a red flush”

Dress — “Our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you”

Dress — “Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothin'”

Hits Different — “I slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car”

Cruel Summer — “I'm drunk in the back of the car And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar. Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you”

Invisible — “We could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable, instead of just invisible”

Crazier — “Baby, you showed me what livin' is for, I don't wanna hide anymore”

King of My Heart — “Your love is a secret I’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep”

Dear Reader — “Dear reader, the greatest of luxuries is your secrets”

All Of The Girls — “Secret jokes all alone”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied — “I, I loved you in secret, first sight, yeah, we love without reason”

…Ready For It — “Lights down low, no one has to know”

Wildest Dreams — “I said, ‘No one has to know what we do’”

I Can See You — “What would you do if they never found us out? What would you do if we never made a sound?”

The Very First Night — “No one knows about the words that we whisper, no one knows how much I miss you”

Last Kiss — “The words that you whispered for just us to know”

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things — “I'm laughing with my lover, makin' forts under covers”

Paris — “Privacy sign on the door and on my page and on the whole world. Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours”

You Are In Love — “You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home.”

peace — “Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other”

Dear Reader — “I prefer hiding in plain sight”

Don’t Blame Me — “In the darkest little paradise”

happiness — “Showed you all of my hiding spots”

The Archer — “Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?”

Cruel Summer — “And I snuck in through the garden gate, every night that summer just to seal my fate”

Love Story — “So I sneak out to the garden to see you. We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew, so close your eyes. Escape this town for a little while”

Question...? — “Did you lеave her house in the middle of the night?”

You’re On Your Own Kid — “I see the great escape, so long, Daisy May”

Our Song — “Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window”

willow — “Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneakin' in, as if you were a mythical thing”

Daylight — “Back and forth from New York (Sneaking in your bed)”

All Too Well — “And there we are again when nobody had to know… you kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath”

Cornelia Street — “Sacred new beginnings that became my religion”

False God — “The altar is my hips, even if it's a false god, we'd still worship this love”

So It Goes… — “And wear you like a necklace”

I Know Places — “I know places we won't be found, and they'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down, I know places we can hide”

cardigan — “But I knew you, playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends”

‘tis the damn season — “You could call me "babe" for the weekend“

King Of My Heart — “You try on callin' me "baby" like tryin' on clothes”

peace — “All these people think love’s for show but I would die for you in secret”

hoax — “Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in”

ivy — “I'd live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time”

Wildest Dreams — “Let's get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds”

gold rush — “And the coastal town we wandered 'round had nеver seen a love as pure as it”

Hits Different — “Freedom felt like summеr then on the coast”

Getaway Car — “It was the great escape, the prison break, the light of freedom on my face”

Run — “Darling, let's run, run from it all. we can go where our eyes can take us, go where no one else is”

Love Story — “Take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run”

Just South Of Knowing Why — “She looked at her keys and found a reason to run”

Call It What You Want — “You don't need to save me, but would you run away with me?"

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince — “Voted most likely to run away with you”

Better Man — “I know the bravest thing I ever did was run”

Blank Space — “Love’s a game, wanna play?”

…Ready For It — “Baby, let the games begin”

This Is Why We Cant Have Nice Things — “I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck, because he owns me, but 'cause he really knows me, which is more than they can say”

King of My Heart — “'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars, with their Range Rovers and their Jaguars, never took me quite where you do”

The Lucky One — “And your lover in the foyer doesn't even know you”

Cruel Summer — “Bad, bad boy, Shiny toy with a price. You know that I bought it”

exile — “I can see you starin', honey, like he's just your understudy, like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me”

right where you left me — “Wages earned and lessons learned”

All Of The Girls — “Fake love out on the town”

You’re On Your Own Kid — “The jokes weren’t funny, I took the money, my friends from home don’t know what to say”

Midnight Rain — “He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain. He wanted a bride, I was making my own name, chasing that fame”

Hits Different — “I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost”

Better Than Revenge — “Soon she's gonna find stealing other people's toys on the playground won't make you many friends”

Blank Space — “Got a long list of ex-lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane. But I've got a blank space, baby and I'll write your name”

Getaway Car — “I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason”

Don’t Blame Me — “Toyin' with them older guys, just playthings for me to use.”

Bejeweled — “And when I meet the band, they ask, ‘Do you have a man?’ I could still say, ‘I don’t remember’”

All Of The Girls — “Cryin’ in the bathroom for some dude whose name I cannot remember now”

Gorgeous — “And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us. He's in the club doin' I don't know what”

cowboy like me — “Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon. With your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con”

cowboy like me — “I've got some tricks up my sleeve”

Dear Reader — “Dear reader, if it feels like a trap, you're already in one”

long story short — “Now I'm all about you I'm all about you”

I Did Something Bad — “I never trust a playboy, but they love me. So I fly 'em all around the world and I let them think they saved me”

I Think He Knows — “I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans”

Mastermind — “What if I told you I'm a mastermind? And now you're mine. It was all by dеsign”

willow — “Every bait-and-switch was a work of art”

long story short — “And he’s passing by, rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky”

Snow On The Beach — “I saw flecks of what could've been lights, but it might just have been you”

cowboy like me — “And the ladies lunching have their stories about when you passed through town”

False God — “We might just get away with it”

cowboy like me — “Perched in the dark tellin’ all the rich folks anything they wanna hear like it could be love, I could be the way forward, only if they pay for it.”

Glitch — “I'd go back to wanting dudes who give nothing”

Lavender Haze — “No deal The 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze”

Blank Space — “New money, suit and tie. I can read you like a magazine”

cowboy like me — “Never wanted love, just a fancy car”

Midnight Rain — “I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted”

cardigan — “Chasin' shadows in the grocery line I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired”

Lavender Haze — “Talk your talk and go viral I just need this love spiral. Get it off your chest, get it off my desk”

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things — “And here’s to my baby. He ain’t reading what they call me lately”

Blank Space — “You can tell me when it's over, mmm. If the high was worth the pain”

… Ready For It? — “I see nothing better, I keep him forever like a vendetta-ta”

long story short — “If the shoe fits walk in it ‘til your high heals break”

cowboy like me — “ And the old men that I've swindled really did believe I was the one”

Hits Different — “Rip the band-aid off and skip town likе an asshole outlaw”

Lavender Haze — “All they keep asking me iIs if I'm gonna be your bride. The only kinda girl they see is a one-night or a wife”

Dear Reader — “To a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there”

High Infidelity — “Storm coming, good husband, bad omen. Dragged my feet right down the aisle. At the house lonely, good money. I'd pay if you'd just know me. Seemed like the right thing at the time.”

Sweet Nothing — “All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothin'”

Out Of The Woods — “Are we out of the woods? Are we in the clear yet?”

You Are In Love — “You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round”

I Know Places — “'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run”

So It Goes… — “Gold cage, hostage to my feelings”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied — “Picture of your face in an invisible locket”

Run — “And the note from the locket, you keep it in your pocket since I gave it to you”

cowboy like me — “And the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up”

seven — “And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates. Then you won't have to cry or hide in the closet”

this is me trying — “They told me all of my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential”

champagne problems — “Your hometown skeptics called it champagne problems”

Midnight Rain — “My town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences, pageant queens and big pretenders but for some, it was paradise”

dorothea — “skippin' the prom Just to piss off your mom and her pageant schemes”

New Romantics — “The rumors are terrible and cruel, But, honey, most of them are true."

End Game — “Reputation precedes me, in rumors, I'm knee-deep”

End Game — “Big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied — “People started talking, putting us through our paces. I knew there was no one in the world who could take it”

Paris — “I want to transport you to somewhere the culture’s clever, confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters”

Run — “We shouldn't be in this town”

You’re On Your Own Kid — “I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out”

the lakes — “I don’t belong and my beloved, neither do you”

the 1 — “You know the greatest films of all time were never made”

The Archer — “'Cause cruelty wins in the movies”

exile — “I think I’ve seen this film before, and I didn’t like the ending”

The Archer — “And all of my heroes die all alone. Help me hold on to you”

Message In A Bottle — “'Cause you could be the one that I love, I could be the one that you dream of”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied — “I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us”

Better Off — “Somehow it feels like we're flying, don't want to come down. But they make it so tough cause everyone we know is trying to push us apart hide it down in our hearts”

Question...? — “Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room and every single one of your friends was makin' fun of you? But fifteen seconds later, thеy were clappin' too?”

the lakes — “I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones these hunters with cell phones”

Run — “This thing was a shot in the dark. Say you'll never let 'em tear us apart”

tolerate it — “I know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it”

ivy — “What would he do if he found us out?”

Ours — “Seems like there’s always someone who disapproves, they’ll judge it like they know about me and you”

New Romantics — “'Cause baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me”

ivy — “So yeah, it's a war. It's the goddamn fight of my life, and you started it.”

You Are In Love — “And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars, and why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words”

Change — “Can you feel it now? These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down. This revolution, the time will come for us to finally win.”

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince — “And I'll never let you (go) 'cause I know this is a (fight) that someday we're gonna (win)”

Afterglow — “This ultraviolet morning light below tells me this love is worth the fight”

long story short — “When I dropped my sword I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door. And we live in peace but if someone comes at us, this time, I'm ready”

dorothea — “Are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers?”

betty — “If I showed up at your party, would you have me, would you want me?”

Maroon — “The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon”

So It Goes… — “Lipstick on your face”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied — “Could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets”

You All Over Me — “With your hands in your pockets and your "Don't you wish you had me?" grin. Well I did, so I smiled and I melted like a child”

champagne problems — “November flush and your flannel cure”

gold rush — “What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes”

Style — “You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt”

Gorgeous — “You’re so gorgeous, can’t say anything to your face, ‘cause look at your face”

Paris — “I'm so in love that I might stop breathing”

I’d Lie — “I'm holding every breath for you”

Crazier — “Feels like I'm fallin' and I am lost in your eyes”

gold rush — “Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters, so inviting, I almost jump in

Delicate — “Do the girls back home touch you like I do?”

Tear Drops on My Guitar — “I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about”

I’d Lie — “His sister's beautiful”

Me And Britney — “Me and Britney used to sit on the front porch drinking lemonade, talking 'bout things no one else was ever supposed to hear in the summer shade”

seven — “Cross your heart, won't tell no other, and though I can’t recall your face I still got love for you. Your braids like a pattern. Love you to the Moon and to Saturn”

Cross My Heart — “So I cross my heart and hope for you, knock on wood and rope the moon”

This Is What You Came For — “Lightning strikes every time she moves and everybody’s watching her but she’s looking at you”

Hits Different — “Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief in the good in the world”

Angelina — “Angelina’s got a pretty face And really long brown hair”

dorothea — “It's never too late to come back to my side, the stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo. And if you're ever tired of bеin' known for who you know, you know that you'll always know me”

I Know Places — “And you know for me, it's always you”

Hits Different — “You were the one that I loved”

ivy — “He wants what’s only yours”

Me and Britney — “That boy she ran off with, well, I thought he was crazy. Maybe I was just jealous that he'd come between me and Britney”

Vigilante Shit — “Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife”

betty — “Slept next to her, but I dreamt of you all summer long”

Haunted — “And he just might make me smile but the whole time, I'm wishing he was you instead”

Just South of Knowing Why — “I could tell that her smile was only something to hide behind, she felt so out of touch, because she just felt too much”

‘tis the damn season — “And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'“

The Way I Loved You — “He can't see the smile I'm faking and my heart's not breaking, ‘cause I'm not feeling anything at all”

Teardrops on My Guitar — “fake a smile so he won’t see”

Nothing New — “And my cheeks are growing tired from turning red and faking smiles”

exile — “I can see you standing, honey with his arms around your body, laughin', but the joke's not funny at all”

Mine — “I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter. She is the best thing that's ever been mine”

King of My Heart — “Up on the roof with a school girl crush”

Karma — “Sweet like justice, karma is a queen”

How You Get The Girl — “And you were too afraid to tell her what you want... I would wait forever and ever And that's how it works. That's how you get the girl”

cardigan — “Chase two girls, lose the one”

Hits Different — “Bet I could still melt your world argumentative, antithetical dream girl”

The Man — “What's it like to brag about raking in dollars, and getting bitches and models?”

The Great War — “And maybe it was egos swinging, maybe it was her”

The Other Side of the Door — “With your face and the beautiful eyes, and the conversation with the little white lies, and the faded picture of a beautiful night. You carried me from your car up the stairs. And I broke down crying, was she worth this mess? After everything and that little black dress, after everything I must confess, I need you”

Our Song — “Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have”

Tim McGraw — “I hope you think that little black dress, think of my head on your chest, and my old faded blue jeans”

evermore — “sending signals to be double-crossed”

Anti-Hero — “I should not be left to my own devices They come with prices and vices I end up in crisis”

exile — “I gave so many signs”

The Archer — “And I cut off my nose just to spite my face, then I hate my reflection for years and years”

Anti-Hero — “I'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror. It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero”

Dear Reader — “Never take advice from someone who's falling apart”

coney island — “And do you miss the rogue Who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?“

mirrorball — “I'll show you every version of yourself tonight”

The Archer — “I’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches I almost said to you”

evermore — “I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong. Writing letters addressed to the fire.”

The Archer — “The room is on fire, invisible smoke”

Clean — “I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing”

The Great War — “Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked, spineless in my tomb of silence”

long story short — “Misery Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep”

peace — “I never had the courage of my convictions, as long as danger is near”

Sweet Nothing — “And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more" to you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it”

Dear Reader — “Dear reader, you don't have to answer just 'cause they asked you”

this is me trying — “And maybe I don't quite know what to say, but I'm here in your doorway”

Anti-Hero — “One day I'll watch as you're leaving ‘cause you got tired of my scheming, for the last time”

long story short — “I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me”

coney island — “Sorry for not making you my centerfold”

High Infidelity — “You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love. The slowest way is never loving them enough”

coney island — “But when I walked up to the podium, I think that I forgot to say your name”

Dear Reader — “These desperate prayers of a cursed man spilling out to you for free, but darling, darling, please, you wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking if you knew where I was walking”

Daylight — “There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven“

High Infidelity — “You said I was freeloading … I bent the truth too far tonight, I was dancing around, dancing around it”

coney island — “Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?”

this is me trying —“Pouring out my heart to a stranger, but I didn't pour the whiskey”

Picture To Burn — “So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy. That's fine, I'll tell mine you're gay.”

High Infidelity — “Lock broken, slur spoken”

You Need To Calm Down — “Can you just not step on our gowns?”

You Need To Calm Down — “Why are you mad when you could be GLAAD?”

You Need To Calm Down — “Cause shade never made anybody less gay”

the 1 — “Rosé flowing with your chosen family”

Maroon — “And I chose you The one I was dancing with In New York”

peace — “Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother”

right where you left me — “I swear you could hear a hair pin drop”

The Great War — “Your finger on my hairpin triggers”

willow — “They count me out time and time again”

Hey Stephen — “I'm waiting alone now, so come on and come out. And pull me near and shine, shine, shine”

Dear Reader — “You should find another guiding light, guiding light But I shine so bright”

Daylight — “I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night. And now I see daylight"

Daylight — “You gotta step into the daylight and let it go”

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fauxfickle · 10 months ago

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We now return with your regularly scheduled and all too familiar feeling of malaise and the search for "The Great All American Pizza Show!"

So it's been a little under a month since my last post and I've been skimming through commercial compilations from the LA area. I've found some cool YT channels that archive old ads from that area but I obviously don't have anything to show for it. The ads are either too early or too late to be part of this campaign which is a bit frustrating. Something I neglected to mention last time was that I was also looking through Colossal Pictures demo reels to see if they had a snippet of the animated commercial but of course, there's nothing. There seems to be a cutoff point in the early 80s as most demos only show things from that far back. I was able to find some obscure, silent, avant garde, sci-fi film possibly connected to Colossal but I don't think that'll help me much.

Colossal had some sort of "meet the crew" type video where all the employees said they're names but only their first name so I can't really track them down or anything. I'll keep looking, I didn't look all too hard as I was kinda at my wits end at that time looking through ad comps for hours.

I took a bit of a break for a while before reading through the old Pizza Times newsletters from Dec 79 - May 80. The May 1980 newsletter had some cool info about commercials and news features filmed at the various stores. Some of these aren't technically part of TGAAPS campaign but ehhhhhh I don't really care. They're part of early PTT history and I wanna see them damnit!

Let's go through these starting with Citrus Heights. The Citrus Heights section is loaded with info regarding lost media, 3 in fact! Sacramento's Channel 40 (KTXL), which has since been bought out by FOX in the mid 80s, did a Newsplus at 10 feature on the cyberamic systems at the new store during it's opening week. If we consult the ever so useful Chuck-E-Pedia, we can find that this feature would have been shot and most likely aired on Christmas week of 1979. A perfect pin point set of dates to look through! Next, Chuck was seen in the lead up to the United Cerebral Palsy Telethon which also gives us some idea of where to look. Finally, a TV commercial was filmed, possibly with TGAAPS slogan. Bob Wilkins' ad agency produced it but I couldn't find ANYTHING regarding this company. It's mentioned on his wikipedia but not named, and a even his own website doesn't mention anything about it. It's surprising that someone who seems like a local celeb in there area could have an ad agency that goes almost entirely undocumented.

Next, we move to Sparks, Nevada. Channel 2 (KTVN) filmed a feature on the store for the PM Magazine. The store was visited by reporter Keith Hirshland. Now I'm actually pretty sure I've found this dude! I found a local online article talking about him and the timeline works perfectly. Assuming this was filmed in early 1980, Keith would of been still fresh out of college with a degree in journalism and around 23. He also says he grew up running down the halls of the KTVN office. As a little aside, I'd just like to say don't bother this man or anyone/company mentioned in any of my posts. The last thing we need is to scare off these people.

This last little piece of lost media probably has the best chances of being found out of all the rest. Ben Wattenberg's 1980, from what I can find, is a dry, uninteresting TV news segment hosted by an equally dry and uninteresting host, the neo-conservative Ben Wattenberg. Ben Wattenberg's 1980 itself seems to be almost entirely lost media as only a few stills, episode descriptions, and TV listings exist online. However, this show was on PBS which no doubt has it somewhere in it's archive. What's better is that that there not only an exact date of when the episode will air, but also the name of the episode itself! One user on taptalk was able to find a TV listing which unfortunately doesn't lead anywhere and isn't archive on the WayBack machine. Luckily people actually said the name of the supposed episode which would of been "Silicon Valley: The New Entrepreneurs". We can also find evidence of it in a newspaper from that June 15th.

I sent e-mails to KTXL-40 and PBS on 2/24, so far no responses. I'll wait a little longer and in the mean time look for more leads and contacts. As I said before, don't bother these people/companies. I don't want them to be swamped with calls and e-mails and clam up on us. Bye for now!

#chuck e cheese #pizza time theatre #the great all american pizza search #the great all american pizza show #pizza time theater #lost footage #lost commercial #lost media #bob wilkins #ben wattenberg #oh god why is there a ben wattenberg tag on tumblr

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comandersprings · 1 year ago

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A Sweet Gesture

Note: This piece is a commission for my friend Doe. She wanted an one shot about her Trainer OC Juna giving Kieran a small present as a way to apologize for what happened back in Kitakami. Working on this was a blast, Juna is fun to write about ^^

Commissions will be open until January 20th, although I go back to class on the 8th. Keep in mind that anything requested around or after that date will take more time.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,522

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Juna had just arrived at her room after spending the morning strolling around the Coastal Biome accompanied by her Pokémon. They all earned a restful day after all of their hard work.

To the girl, challenging Blueberry Academy’s Elite Four had been a fun trial so far. She took on Lacey and Amarys first and, despite their initial opposition, they had no issue accepting her challenge and even ended up getting along. With two members crossed off the list, Juna was now halfway there. She only had to defeat Crispin and Drayton and then, she’d be able to challenge the Champion: her friend, Kieran.

It was a topic that refused to leave her mind. Juna had to do a double take when she first saw Kieran at the Academy. Not only did he look much different from the last time they met, but the disdain and impatience Kieran was treating that poor boy with were something Juna didn’t know he had in him. Had no one told her the maroon-haired boy was Kieran, she would have gotten involved to tell him a thing or two.

The girl couldn’t help but be worried. Kieran didn’t hide how eager he was to battle her, but it didn’t look like his disposition came from a friendly place. That’s all the boy talked to her about on the three occasions they had met since her arrival at the Academy, two of them being right after her Elite Four battles.

Deep down, Juna had a feeling that the reason behind Kieran’s new attitude was Ogerpon choosing her instead of him. Although she loved the little ogre very much, Juna was sorry things turned out like that because she knew how much the Pokémon meant to him. Maybe, had he come out to see her before she departed from Kitakami, they could have sorted things out.

At the moment, Juna was lying down on her bed as she scrolled through her SmartRotom, browsing her always active social media feed. From posts by up-and-coming musicians to video compilations of cute Pokémon, there was always something to see. There also was the occasional short demonstrating an (allegedly) fast and easy recipe. Chance wanted that kind of video to be the next one Juna stumbled across.

It was a recipe for chocolate chip cookies with a twist: they also had colorful, sugar-coated chocolate confectionery on them. The girl watched the sped-up video with interest. In it, the person preparing the cookies only used basic ingredients such as all-purpose flour, baking soda, and butter—as well as the aforementioned chocolatey additions.

As someone who loved baking, Juna happened to have all those ingredients in her cupboard. Since she wasn’t really doing anything, the girl decided to give that recipe a go, and, aided by her Pokémon, she got to work.

For someone experienced in the field of baking as Juna was, making those cookies wasn’t hard at all: they came looking picture-perfect and had an appetizing aroma. That was good because, in the middle of preparing those cookies, Juna decided she was going to look for Kieran and give him the sweets both as a gift and as a peace offering. Now she only needed to get lucky enough to spot the boy.

After buying a small box in the school store, Juna neatly placed the cookies inside and headed for the League Club room in hopes of seeing Kieran there. Unsurprisingly, he was nowhere to be seen and none of the people in the room had seen him either. Juna thought of calling him, but she soon realized that’d be pointless. As soon as Kieran saw it was her calling, he’d let it ring off.

She then headed to the school’s entrance and wandered around the area, the small box never leaving her hands. Some people glanced at her after noticing she had been walking around there for a while, but no one questioned her about it. As for Juna, she joked to herself that if she kept that up, she’d take more steps in the lobby than on the Coastal Biome.

After a while, Juna finally determined it’d be best to sit down at the bleachers and wait there. Placing the box with the cookies next to her, the girl took out her phone once again and put on the first video she saw on her PokéTube. Of course, she looked up from time to time to check if her friend finally showed up or not. In the fifteen minutes that video lasted, Juna must have raised her eyes at least ten times. She didn’t see Kieran either of those times, not even when a couple of girls passed her talking about how the boy was “so full of himself” lately.

Four videos and over half an hour later, Juna finally caught sight of Kieran. He came from the walkway that led to the outside of the Academy, avoiding eye contact with every single person he came across. In return, people went silent as Kieran passed them by, his presence being a Mute button of sorts. Conversations resumed as soon as the boy was a few good meters away.

Juna didn’t wait until Kieran got near where she was. After grabbing the box with the cookies, the girl got up and went to meet him, calling out his name and waving at the boy. Not that she needed to do that; with her almost holographic white hair, Kieran would have spotted her regardless.

Hearing his name called, Kieran looked in the voice’s direction and froze in place upon seeing it was Juna calling for him. This made him want to either turn back and leave again or pretend he heard nothing and go on his way. Unfortunately for him, the latter option was now impossible. Juna took that establishment of eye contact as an invitation to approach him.

“Kieran!” she beamed. “I haven’t seen you since I defeated Amarys. How have you been?”

“What are you doing here?” he dodged the question, his posture becoming rigid.

“As I said, I haven’t seen you in a bit and I was wondering what you were up to.”

He shook his head. “Nothing I should be talking to you about,” he grumbled. “I hope you’re not wasting your time. You know I’m waiting to battle you.”

“I know, I know,” Juna waved a hand in front of her. “Everything in its own time. For now, I just want to give you something and…apologize for what happened.”

“Apologize?” Kieran snarled. “Keep that apology to yourself. It won’t be worth anything unless what you’re trying to give me is Ogerpon’s Poké Ball.”

“You know I can’t do that.” Juna held his stare. “But I can assure you that I’m sorry for what happened in Kitakami.”

Kieran eyed her in silence. How could she say that? What was she sorry about, anyway? Was it for Ogerpon choosing her over him? Or was she sorry for her very conscious decision to throw a Poké Ball at the Legend and make her an addition to her team?

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” he said finally.

“By taking this box and looking inside it.” Juna offered him the container.

Kieran groaned and tapped his thigh with his fist. He didn’t want anything to do with that box, but Juna kept her arm extended and it was clear she’d stay that way until he took the small package. Avoiding eye contact with the girl, Kieran took the box and opened it. The scent and sight of the cookies greeted him, making Kieran’s eyes widen.

“A-are these cookies…for me?” he asked.

“You bet they are!” Juna had a confident smile on her face.

“I just…I don’t understand. Why did you make them?”

“Because I wanted to show you that I still think of you as a friend and that I’m worried about you.” The girl looked Kieran directly in the eyes. “I understand that you’re mad at me, but you shouldn’t take it out on everyone else.”

The boy swallowed hard. “You have some nerve saying that, you know?”

“That’s how things are.” Juna shrugged. “I don’t expect you to forgive me right away, but now, at least, you know where I stand.”

Kieran stared down at the box and then looked back at Juna. “I’ll take them, but don’t get me wrong: I’m not forgiving you. It’s only because I’m…a little hungry.” The boy blushed slightly.

Juna chuckled. “Then, I hope you enjoy them. I’m willing to make more if you ask me to.”

Ignoring the last sentence, Kieran began walking past Juna. His destination was his dorm room, where he’d be eating those cookies the girl had prepared him without worrying about being seen by anyone. He didn’t want to admit it, but Juna’s gesture made him feel slightly warm and fuzzy inside. How could that be after what she had done? Now, Kieran would have to avoid her so he could put his thoughts in order…and shut down the little voice trying to tell him that maybe he shouldn’t resent the girl for something so stupid.

#writing commission #fanfic commissions #commission #commissions open #fanfic #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon #pokemon oc #trainer oc #pokemon kieran #light angst #platonic fluff

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harushinkai-daily · 6 months ago

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State of the Blog and Plans Going Forward

Hello friends! I wanted to share my plans for this blog now that we've gone through all the episodes and documented more than four years(!!) of good, good Harus.

The bottom line up front: this blog will still be updating, but there is going to be a drop in frequency, and I will take requests via the askbox if there's something you want to see! The rest is under the cut to spare your dash, but read on if you're curious!

First of all, I want to assure everyone that this blog is NOT going away. I care about it way too much to just abandon it. That said, I really don't have it in me to keep it updating daily at this point. There are nowhere near enough "new" Harus I could post, and while I suppose I could start the anime over again from the beginning, I want to make this transition on a high note, and there's nothing I could do that would be more satisfying than (somewhat-accidentally-but-then-totally-on-purpose once I saw it was possible) lining up the end of the anime to coincide with Haru's birthday. Plus, I always want this blog to be a labor of love and joy, so I really do need to make this adjustment before it starts feeling like a chore or obligation to update ^^;

So what does that mean? It means there will still be some new posts to this blog, but they're going to become much more sporadic in nature. I haven't exactly figured out what this looks like yet. It might be every week, it might just be when I feel like it. I still have some manga panels to go through and some anime-related "bonus materials." Plus, there are some stats and compilation-based photosets I want to make (and my personal top 10 Harus? You betcha!). Not to mention finishing the poor, neglected blog index, if you've ever looked at this page on desktop!

That actually brings up another one of my goals for this project: archival and general Appmon news/promotion. In terms of archival, I want to export the contents this blog (screenshots and captions) somewhere outside of Tumblr; I'm thinking a Neocities page or something. I also might use this space to reblog whatever Appmon-related news we might get in the future (few and far between, obviously, but it could still happen!). There are also some other Appmon-related projects that are rattling around in my head that I would also like to get out there (character comparison by director and/or Caught-Up Old Man supercut, anyone?). So things might look kind of quiet as I do some work on some backend HTML and other behind-the-scenes stuff, but progress will probably be happening on those fronts, slowly but surely!

All that said, if you really can't get enough Haru, there are several ways you can help to keep this blog going!

Send me a date on the calendar, ANY date, and I'll reply with all of the daily Harus that got posted over the years! The only exception to that rule is July 1, since that day's dedicated to reblogging fanworks :)

Send me ideas for photosets! With 4 years of backlog, I'm sure there are some interesting ones that could be made.

Send requests for gifs! I only did this sporadically during the original run, but if there's something you want to see that I didn't make already, I'll do it.

Let me know what YOUR favorite Haru(s) are. It doesn't have to be all about me! :D

Send me Harus or requests for Harus that I'm missing? This blog has always accepted submissions. But please note I will not post more than individual Appmon manga panels, because Naoki Akamine, the mangaka, has requested that any art they've shared and posted on social media not be reposted. If it's not directly from the anime, I also have a strong preference for original, official images WITH SOURCES, because I've noticed there are a few AI-upscaled versions of things like card art floating around out there. I will always do my best to track down the original image, and will not use images that have been enhanced with AI on this blog. A sure way to tell: any text on the image looks fuzzy (and wrong!)

Last but not least (and I know I say this a lot, but bear with me): thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for sticking with this blog, whether you're a longtime follower or a relative newcomer. This whole project started on a whim, as a passion project early in the COVID-19 pandemic, and I could not have guessed that it would have taken me this long to make it through the whole series, one good Haru at a time. I have spent a truly shocking amount of time working on this blog, but an equal amount of love, for one of my absolute favorite Digimon series and gogglehead protagonists.

Love from your HaruShinkai-Daily mod,

@citrus-cactus

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manonamora-if · 1 year ago

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November Check-In

As mentioned in my previous weekly update, monthly check-ins will be posted on the 1st of every month, recap'ing what's been done and what's the plan for next month.

Recap of last month's progress

IF Events in the Next Month

Plan for the next month

Still long post ahead. If you want a mini version, head over to itch.io!

October progress

The plan for last October was to:

Play and review more IF games ✅

Finish the La Petite Mort remaster: ✅

Either continue a WIP or fix another semi-completed game ❌

maybe try to add another block to the SugarCube Guide? ❌

The first was easily completed, since I reviewed about 40 games (out of the 75 entries) from this edition of the IFComp. This was more than last year in terms of quantity and time spent (more long entries this year), so while I did not play/review all entries, I'm happy with having done all that so far. Maybe I'll revisit the rest at a later point.

The second was a bit difficult. Working on the re-writes started pretty easy, but I ended up being completely short for words half-way through (even if I could visualise the scenes). Switching to translating the completed passaged helped pick up the pace, but I did this a bit too late, looking back. This meant I rushed through the last week, just before the EctoComp deadline, to complete a working state. This also means that while the game is complete, there are kinks that still need to be ironed out. This include the missing full passages (half-written or drafted, but not translated), missing translation (especially for the last passage), and taking care of the last UI friction. Another update is coming.

Having spent so much time on the first two, and IRL just swinging its bat at me, the last two points were not touched at all. Still, it's not bad, and other things came about:

The Bare-Bones Jam managed to get two dozen entries, which is pretty decent considering it happened at the same time as the EctoComp and the voting of the IFComp.

Lots of interesting discussion happened in the @neointeractives Discord server, especially covering the IFComp (moderation can't sleep).

I somehow managed to wing an entry for the inkJam, with In the Blink of an Eye. Don't know how I managed, I certainly wasn't in the right state of mind. Also turns out it was a 4-bird-1-stone, since I translated it in French.

Had an actual AMA on the blog, that was properly scheduled!

So still quite a bit considering life... (it's really been a lot, haven't processed most of it yet)

-_-

What's happening in November?

Nanowrimo for the writers, which can be a good incentive to progress the writing of a game.

The IFComp, EctoComp, and inkJam are always looking for players/voters. If you want to play a few short-ish games, take advantage of that!

The @seedcomp-if is always looking for inspiration (text, images, code, etc...) in this current first round. If you have half-baked ideas or anything, really, come submit something!

Over @neointeractives, we just wrapped up the Bare-Bones Jam and we have a new jam in the work... the ShuffleComp! Stay tuned ;)

-_-

The PLANtm for November

Still play more IF and maybe review. With the Bare-Bones Jam and the EctoComp over, that's a good 50 games to try out. (I've started with the inkJam already)

Finish the edits of Harcourt Ch5 (and get MelS to send me his Ch6 writing)

Fix one of the semi-completed games: either the Egg parser or TRNT (and make it a proper parser)

Finish that darn SugarCube Guide: there aren't much left in the guide to cover, but there are a few things to fix.

I would also like to compile the short drabbles from @crimsonroseandwhitelily into something more substantial. Either as a side page or within the game itself.

Taking the list of TO-DO from August…

To-Do not require much of new stuff:

translate Escape Goncharov! into French. ✅

fix the bugs in EDOC + overall the French version to match

fix the bugs of TRNT + find a way to add the missing pieces (mayyyybe translate into French?)

fix the formatting of DOL-OS + translate into English ✅

update LPM with the missing content + translate into English ✅

It's really been going down, which I am super happy about! I've made quite a bit of progress on that part since I made that To-DO (considering waves at life)

The rest of the To-Do pile was:

Finish The Rye in the Dark City (and maybe translate?)

Finish P-Rix - Space Trucker (and try to translate)

Finish Exquisite Cadaver (translation unlikely, current gameplay too complex to port for French)

Add a chapter to CRWL + fix/reopen the blog

Re-working TTTT to its originally planned state (lol, not likety)

Re-working SPS Iron Hammer (samesies)

Coding TTATEH (MelS dependent - shooting for end of year)

Emptying my inboxes (they are not all answered tho)

Honestly, this pile probably won't get done this year....

#dev log #monthly check-in #manonamora #interactive fiction #darn #didn't seem much yesterday #but I've really been doing a lot

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broccoliboix5peepeeman · 2 years ago

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Midoriya-sensei AU

Chapter 12: Sports Day

I've decided I'm going to officially change updates to the 15th of every month, because I just don't have to time to post twice a month considering the chapters seem to be getting longer (who's fault could that be? ^^') and I don't want to disappoint

Also, I made a POLL regarding a minor side plot, so let me know if you're interested or not!

Part 11 | Ao3 | Part 13

[Sunday 8th October]

Me [1812]: I'm sorry im watching ths news and.erm did you jut use YOUR FIRE???

Me [1813]: Thats so amazing you look great I'm so proud of you!

Me [1814]: I will be screaming to you about this next time I see you but for now I'll just scream over text

Me [1814]: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Shoto-kun 🙏 [1833]: 🔥

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Izuku, understandably, felt extra excited when he walked into work Monday morning. It had been over a week and not only had Shoto taken what he’d said to heart, but he’d actually started training his fire!

Initially, Izuku had been concerned—Shoto’s replies had been slow and abrupt since their hangout, and Fuyumi had even noticed that he’d been staying back at the agency later than usual—but after his friend’s shift yesterday evening, a phone call had quickly put those worries to rest. It turned out that Shoto had simply spent the past week training his left side; he’d even called for private coaching from Eraserhead and Endeavour, the latter of which was surprising but logical.

‘He’s not a complete bastard wank anymore, and what good is my father if I can’t take advantage of his knowledge?’ He could practically hear the shrug in Shoto’s voice. ‘He was pretty helpful, and Eraser was his usual brutal self. I learnt a lot.’

‘I’m really glad!’ Izuku’s cheeks hurt from smiling. ‘So you’re feeling more confident?’

‘The past week’s been hell, and I still have a lot of catching up to do, but yeah.’ A pause. ‘I feel confident to begin using my… my fire, in the field.’

Izuku honestly couldn’t wait to see Shoto’s growth. He was already so proud of his friend, and he knew his family would be too, especially Rei. It was a huge step—he was going to need to compile a new notebook dedicated solely to Shoto's left side.

He was still grinning about it, even as he walked across the field, setting up the obstacle course for the students.

Part of Izuku was also thankful for the timing, as Shoto's news was what was currently suppressing the anxiety bubbling in his stomach. After all, today was sports day, and while the event was typically one of his favourites in the academic calendar, they were also using it to implement their last minute plan to help Hiru.

They couldn't afford for anything to go wrong.

‘Hey.’ Fuyumi walked over, smiling gently. She’d already finished helping one of the other teachers set up the beanbag toss. ‘How’re you doing?’

‘Ask me again in approximately eight hours.’ He chuckled humorlessly as he lined up the tunnels, before positioning the skipping ropes on the other side. 'I'll be honest, I'm feeling a nervous poop coming.'

'You sound like Natsuo.' She snorted, immediately reaching down to help him with the equipment.

‘I’ll take that as a complement.’ He stuck his tongue out in response. ‘Thanks.’

His lower body grumbled with discomfort and he pulled a face. ‘Once this is finished, I’ll pop over. Just the sacks left after this.’

‘Don’t worry about it, I’ll finish off here.’ Despite her kindness, there was an assertive air to her voice which told Izuku that she wasn’t accepting no for an answer.

That was fine with him.

‘Really? Thank you! You’re the best honestly!’ He immediately dropped everything and ran to the building. Once inside, he beelined for the staff toilets. ‘Thank fuck…’

Once he was finished, Izuku checked his phone to find that it was only a few minutes before the first bell. Luckily, his classroom wasn’t too far. Anxiety still lingered in his body—he suspected it would for the duration of the school day—but it wasn’t overwhelming; he still smiled brightly as he greeted his students and took the register, before leading them to the assembly hall. They had all come to school in their PE kits, so it was rather amusing to see them wearing their usual school shoes instead of their trainers, due to being inside.

Izuku then took his place next to Fuyumi, like clockwork, and the two of them watched the other students filter in.

‘Did you get sorted okay?’

‘Yeah, all good.’ She shrugged. ‘Did you have a good poop?’

‘Y’know, I’m still not sure… but I certainly needed it.’ He answered shamelessly. There wasn’t really a filter between them at this point—they’d seen their students do more horrifying things over the years.

The Head soon began with the usual topics—reminding the faculty about the HQA information session that was coming up in a few weeks—before he eventually brought up the giant elephant in the room.

‘I can practically hear you all vibrating with excitement, even without my quirk, so no point delaying. As you’re aware, today is sports day!' He paused while the students cheered. 'This year, however, we’ve put a special twist on it…’

Usually, grades were kept separate—the two classes competing against each other—but this time, there would be four distinct teams: Lemillion, consisting of classes 2B, 3A and 4B; Dynamite, including classes 2A, 3B and 4B; Shoto, of which Fuyumi’s class, 1B, was a part of, as well as 5B and 6A; and All Might, encompassing the final three classes—Izuku had been fierce in his demand to be put on the latter team. So, while each grade would still go around each activity together as a whole, the allotted points they’d accumulate went to their designated teams.

That meant that Hiru and his antagonists had to rely on each other to win, and the prize was a trophy for each winning class.

The formal reason behind the team set-up was to encourage the different grades to support each other and build a rapport. Hopefully, it might also allow certain individuals to reflect on their differences.

Hopefully.

‘Now that you all have your teams, it’s time for the schedule.’ The Head brought up the next powerpoint side, showing a table. ‘Some of you will notice that your homeroom teacher is running an activity. That is why each grade will walk around together. So, for example, grade one will follow Todoroki-sensei, while Midoriya-sensei runs the obstacle course. Make sense?'

A sea of heads immediately bobbed up and down.

The Head smiled. 'Great! Now, your teacher will also have a copy of the schedule, so there's no need to memorise it…'

There were a few more minutes of technicalities—a few kids clearly becoming impatient—before everyone was finally released. While Fuyumi gathered their students together, Izuku quickly made his way back out to the field, along with a few other teachers. Some parents were already congregating around the activities, eager to support their kids. He smiled in greeting and exchanged pleasantries with a few, but otherwise remained silent as he waited.

He rocked back and forth on his feet, imagining all the different outcomes of the day. Hiru was the fastest runner in his grade—probably the older ones too—due to his quirk. That was why they’d deliberately scheduled the whole school for the relay race at the end of the day. That way, they could set it up so each team could cheer each other on for the final event.

His thoughts were interrupted before he could truly get lost in them, as a flock of children suddenly swarmed the field.

There were five other events, not including the obstacle course and relay. Tug of war was fairly self-explanatory, as was dance; along with the bean bag toss—throw as many beanbags into your team’s basket as possible before the time runs out—and the cavalry battle. Admittedly though, the latter wouldn’t be as impressive as UA’s infamous cavalry battle due to the lack of quirk usage.

The event that was often the most confusing for foreign students was oodama, but that was just because of the name, which was just “giant ball”. Essentially, each team had to carry a giant inflatable ball together to the goal point; if they dropped it, they’d have to start again. Izuku really hoped Hiru had brought along his personalised cover for his quills, otherwise they might have some issues with that one.

‘Namaste, Midoriya-sensei!’

He smiled as the sixth graders surrounded him, all bowing simultaneously. They were the year below his previous homeroom class—when he’d had India for global month—so naturally, they’d all joined in during the legendary “Namaste phase” and made sure not to let it die out entirely.

Indulging them, he put his palms together and bowed.

‘Namaste, bachche! How're you all doing?'

He snorted when they immediately began speaking over each other—clearly excited—and waited until they’d all calmed down before taking them through the usual rules. There would be six races, with roughly ten students per race. Then, the winner of each race would enter the final, and points would be assigned based on their placement.

It wasn’t too difficult considering the sixth graders had already done the course before—with just a few minor changes—but once they’d moved on, his next group was the first graders.

‘Hey, Sensei!’ His students greeted excitedly. ‘We just did our dance routine!’

‘Did you?’ He gasped. ‘How did it go?’

‘It went really well!’ Hana jumped up and down. ‘Our parents all watched as well, which was super fun! Okaasan took pictures!’

‘We didn’t win though.’ Haku pouted, crossing his arms as class B joined them.

‘It was really close!’ Fuyumi tried to placate. ‘You were all really good! Like professional dancers!’

‘Like Pinky?’ Izuku offered, knowing his students would appreciate the comparison. When Fuyumi quickly agreed, they brightened up significantly, and he explained the rules.

It ended up being a close one, but after the first set of races, the finalists were decided: four from class B and two from A. Luckily though, Hiru and Touta managed to bag the top two spots, bringing the scores to a tie as they went off to the next activity. Izuku waved farewell as he quickly prepared everything for the second graders.

By the time lunch came around and the scores were tallied, team All Might were in joint second with Dynamight, while team Shoto was in the lead. It was pretty close, which was to be expected—especially to build suspense and competition—but it still made Izuku nervous.

His leg was twitching.

'Stop overthinking.' Fuyumi nudged him from where they were sitting: a picnic bench in the playground, as the children played around them. 'We've set everything in motion, it's up to the kids now.'

'I know.' He sighed, exasperated. 'But I'm a worrier!'

'And I'm not?' She scoffed with a laugh. 'Come on. There's nothing else you can do for now.'

'Only because I haven't thought of something yet.' He argued weakly.

Maybe there was some way he could figure out a plan to have the different grades work together, or set up an ethical way to jeopardise-

‘Nope. Not going there.' Fuyumi interjected, before slurping up more noodles. He must've been staring at his bento for too long and mumbling out loud. 'Tell you what, I'll change the subject. How was your weekend?’

Not even subtle… but Izuku chose to take the bait. Worrying made his stomach hurt.

‘Pretty uneventful…’ He shrugged, using his chopsticks to move his food around. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't quite keep the smile from his face as his mind recalled a certain hero. ‘Y’know, other than the obvious. You?’

‘Yeah, I was pretty much the same.’ She laughed halfheartedly. 'You really must be nervous for Hiru, considering you haven't even brought up Shoto until now, and that was with some prompting.'

'I've just not had the time to properly gush about it.' He placed a hand over his chest, then eyed his friend cautiously. 'Plus, I wanted to check first: how're you feeling about it?'

She flashed him a grateful smile, then shook her head affectionately.

'It's… I'm feeling hopeful, I think.' She pursed her lips, pondering. ‘It was just… surprising, to say the least. As you know, we were all concerned about him the past week, but then, before he went to work yesterday, he told us to keep an eye on the news and promised that it was nothing bad…' Her tone turned sarcastic. 'That didn't worry us at all.’

‘Of course.’

‘So we kept the tv on during dinner, then all of a sudden, okaasan called my name, and I rushed in, and on the screen was Shoto using his fire to catch a villain, like some kind of fever dream!’

She hesitated then; Izuku tilted his head to the side.

‘Was that good or bad?’

‘Oh, definitely good!’ She was quick to clarify, then looked down at her noodles in thought. ‘We just… never expected it. Shoto had always been so against using it in combat. Something must’ve happened.’

She paused and slowly looked up to meet Izuku’s eyes. ‘Hang on.’

He chuckled nervously.

Her eyes narrowed. ‘You never said what your argument was about when you hung out at the house, just that you disagreed on something. Come on, spill.’

As she looked at him expectantly, Izuku tapped his index fingers together and bounced his legs under the table.

‘He kinda… told me about why he didn’t use his fire, so I kinda… to sum it up, basically called him immature and explained why he was being dumb.’

‘Izuku!’

‘I know, it was stupid, I don’t know what I was doing. I guess I was just…’ He faltered. His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. 'I was just…'

‘Being your usual self.’ Fuyumi eventually finished for him, causing him to look at her quizzically. ‘He’s needed telling for years, but he’s stubborn and all of us were afraid of the consequences. Our family’s been through so much, we didn’t want to risk breaking it again.’

She sighed. ‘After everything that happened, I think he’d resigned himself to not using his left side… because otherwise he’d have to admit to not “giving it his all” against Touya. He didn't "try hard enough" to save him, if that makes sense?’

‘I didn’t think about that.’ Izuku murmured, guilt immediately washing over him as he slapped his forehead. ‘Of course he feels responsible for what happened, and I was so insensitive.’

He groaned, twitching as he recalled the argument. He made several more little noises of annoyance and shook his head. Fuck, it’s a wonder he doesn’t hate me…

Fuyumi regarded him carefully, chewing the inside of her cheek. She was used to his stimming by now, so didn't mention it, which he was thankful for.

‘I don’t know what you said specifically.’ She began slowly. ‘But whatever it was… it worked, so don’t beat yourself up too much like I know you’re currently doing.’

‘You know me too well.’ Izuku snorted. 'Gahhh, I just… he looked so sad and angry.'

‘He’s been sad and angry for a while, but he used to be worse.’ She conceded, but her tone wasn't accusatory. ‘Therapy has done most of the work to get him where he is today, but he’s always been so adamant about his fire… until now. You don’t need to feel bad for telling him what he needed to hear, promise.’

Izuku tightened his lips and searched her expression.

‘Are you really sure?’

She snorted.

‘If Shoto hated you, you’d know it by now.’ She told him simply. ‘Has he messaged you today?’

Izuku paused.

‘Well, yeah... He wanted to wish me luck.’

‘See?’

‘All right, all right, fine.’ Izuku smiled despite himself, as he took his phone out of his pocket. ‘It was really thoughtful-’

He paused when he realised Shoto had actually messaged him a few minutes ago.

‘Yeah, he fretted over the wording for ten minutes this morning.’ Fuyumi divulged—Izuku doubted her brother wanted him to know that little bit of information—before taking a sip from her drink. ‘So you’ve got nothing to worry about… and I know that smile, you’re looking at his messages, aren’t you?’

‘Hush.’ He stuck his tongue out, but before he could unlock his phone, one of his students suddenly appeared at his side. ‘Oh, hello, Nagisa-chan.’

‘Hi.’ She swung her arms out. ‘What happens when you die?’

Fuyumi choked on her drink, while Izuku just took a moment to process the question.

‘Erm… me specifically, or just people?’ Despite asking for clarification, the answer would remain the same: he didn’t have a clue.

‘Well, is it different for you?’ She tilted her head to the side.

Point taken.

‘I’ll be honest, Nagisa-chan, I’m not sure.’ He admitted. ‘That’s the thing about dying… you can’t really come back and let everyone know what happens.’

‘What about people who die and then they come back to life with the electric oven gloves.’

Izuku’s left eye twitched.

‘You mean a defibrillator?’ He asked, slowly.

‘I like my name better.’

‘Yeah, me too.’ Fuyumi chipped in.

Izuku hoped the name comment would distract her from the question, but alas, Nagisa continued to stare at him expectantly.

‘Er… well, I guess if they’re brought back to life, they couldn’t have been truly dead?’

‘Even Jesus?’

‘Do you… believe in Jesus?’

‘Not really.’ She sighed, looking over at where some students were playing hopscotch. ‘So what DOES happen when you die?’

Izuku bit his lip to prevent any muttering—he could go to various lengths about different religions and their beliefs, along with potential theories—but figured no one would appreciate that.

‘What do you think happens?’ He asked instead.

‘Hmmm.’ She placed a contemplative hand on her chin. ‘Probably… if you’re a good person, you turn into a dog or maybe a butterfly, but if you’re bad, you turn into… a wasp.’

‘A wasp?’

‘Yeah. No one likes wasps.’

‘What about good people who don’t like dogs?’ Fuyumi asked.

‘I guess… then maybe you turn into your favourite animal if you’re good.’ She twirled some of her hair around her finger. ‘And if you’re bad, you turn into something you don’t like.’

‘I can get behind that.’ Izuku agreed, then finally asked what had been on his mind since the start of the interaction. ‘What made you ask the question?’

‘My goldfish died last night.’ Nagisa pouted. ‘Okaasan flushed Floella down the toilet.’

‘That’s sad.’ Izuku frowned.

‘Yes, very.’ She put the hair she was playing with in her mouth and started chewing. ‘Anyway, see you later, sensei.’

Before he could say anything else, she sprinted off to join those playing hopscotch.

‘That was lovely.’ Fuyumi commented, as the two of them watched her go.

‘I think I have whiplash.’ Izuku deadpanned, before finally looking at his phone.

Shoto-kun 🙏 [1239]: Hope it’s going well

Me [1250]: So far so good! How’s work?

Shoto-kun 🙏 [1251]: On my lunch now, so can’t complain

‘Mei-chan, don’t you dare put that worm in your mouth!’ Fuyumi suddenly shouted, before bolting off towards the aforementioned student. ‘It’s every other day with this girl.’

Izuku snorted, then scanned the playground. The rest of the children seemed to be enjoying themselves, whilst most parents chatted with each other around the many picnic benches; some families stayed together, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Me [1253]: Same… 7 more minutes left tho

Shoto-kun 🙏 [1254]: That’s rough buddy

Shoto-kun 🙏 [1254]: What time do you get off?

Izuku furrowed his eyebrows.

‘Have you finished your lunch?’ Fuyumi was suddenly at his side, a little out of breath. When he nodded, she scooped up his container. ‘No problem, I’ll pop these back in the staffroom while you chat up my brother.’

‘I am not-’ He faltered when she quickly sped away out of earshot, then grumbled as he turned back to his phone. ‘I wish.’

Me [1255]: The school day finishes at 3 15 but I won’t be leaving till half past. Why?

He tapped the edge of his phone as he waited for a reply, periodically monitoring the students.

Shoto-kun 🙏 [1257]: Just wondering for when Fuyumi comes home

Izuku tried not to feel disappointed with the answer.

Me [1258]: Fair enough. Anyway, I gotta start rounding up the kids. Speak to you soon!

He quickly put his phone in his pocket and got to his feet.

Once everyone was organised and lunch was officially over, Izuku left the first graders with Fuyumi and jogged back over to the obstacle course, anticipating the fourth graders. In truth, he handled them relatively easily. They were especially boisterous, but the rowdiness didn't manifest into disobedience, and the parents watching from the sidelines cheered them on in good sport.

It wasn't until they left and grade five appeared that Izuku felt anxiety return. He tried not to let it show as he explained the rules to the students, who seemed particularly riled up, as teams All Might and Shoto were currently tying for first place.

'Ugh, I hope those annoying first graders don't ruin it for us!' One rolled his eyes, while his friend groaned with frustration.

'I bet they do! They're so useless!' Hiru hadn't provided him with names, but Izuku knew enough to suspect who the bullies were. 'Especially that mutant porcupine-'

'Have you got something you want to share with everyone?' Izuku interrupted, stern. When the rest of the grade turned to share at the duo, embarrassment flooded their cheeks and they shook their heads. Izuku tried not to pay attention to the way some parents turned to whisper to one another and even point at him. 'Well then, I hope you were discussing the rules, because it’s time to split into teams.'

His smile returned as he continued on with the event. However, his eyes did occasionally scan certain individuals for longer than he usually would.

'Is that him?' He'd hear some of the adults whisper. 'The Quirkless one?'

He'd heard similar questions and hushed comments throughout the day—not all malicious, mainly curious—but right now, Izuku was struggling to ignore them. Maybe it was because there were parents among them who were overtly and dangerously quirkist. Realistically, he knew that he was safe and that he was doing his job to the best of his ability, but he still felt like he was under the spotlight; if he fucked anything up in front of them, then he was setting a bad example for his fellow HQ community.

Luckily, whispers aside, the remaining forty five minutes passed without any incidents, and Izuku exhaled with relief once he was left to pack everything away while the students and parents made their way to the athletics track. It was only a brief interlude—it was easier putting everything away compared to setting it all up this morning—but he welcomed it all the same. It gave him a chance to briefly recharge and gather his bearings.

Once everything was sorted, he—along with a few other teachers who had also been on clean-up duty—jogged over to join the rest of the school. It was loud, many voices cheering and whooping. From the look and sound of it, the third graders were competing, which meant that there were only two more races left.

He hadn't missed the final then.

Izuku spotted the first graders sitting together with Fuyumi, and smiled as he strode over

'How's it going?' He nudged her gently and joined her on the grass, leaning back on his ankles. He tried not to alert the students of his presence so they could enjoy the race. 'Miss anything?'

'Your initial predictions were right, as usual.' She crossed her arms and nodded towards the blackboard by the finish line. 'If team Lemillion win, which looks like it's about to happen, then no matter how team Dynamight do in the grade two race, they still won't be higher than third. That puts our kids competing for the overall first place in the final round.'

'Seriously?' His eyes widened. 'I never expected it to go that smoothly, especially considering I don't know the other grades as well as ours.'

'Yeah, but I distinctly remember walking into your classroom after school to snap you out of your three hour strategizing session because housekeeping was about to kick you out.' Fuyumi shrugged. 'Once you get fixated on something, that's it, so I was pretty confident with what you'd come up with... even if it requires me having to console my poor students after their inevitable defeat.'

'Look, it's not my fault the fastest first grader is in my class.' Izuku grinned when Fuyumi mock sneered at him. 'I just hope it's worth it.'

His friend hummed, but didn't comment further, as the race came to an end. As expected, team Lemillion won—which meant both teams were out of the running for first—but that didn't prevent the second graders from giving it their absolute all in their race for third place. While that was going on though, Izuku tapped his class's four candidates on the shoulder.

'Hey, sensei!' Hana and Tomoyo both exclaimed, while Hiru waved.

'Are you here to escort us to the start line?' Touta asked, straight to the point.

'You bet I am!' He smiled, gesturing for them to get up. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Fuyumi do the same with her students. 'Are you ready?'

'Yes!' They jumped up.

'Do your best!' Haku called out, prompting the rest of the class to shout their good luck.

'I believe in you!' Nozomi pumped her fist. 'Show them what you're made of, Hiru!'

'Gotta go fast!' The aforementioned giggled, as they made their way around the course.

Instead of the typical 400m relay, they had painted a track half the size; therefore, to run a full lap, each student participating would run 50m. It was the ideal size, as it meant everyone had enough space to spectate, including the parents.

By the time they made it to the starting line, the penultimate race concluded, as teams Dynamight and Lemillion shouted accordingly—the cheers outweighing the groans of the losing team. Izuku wasn't quite sure who had won, until he heard Tomoyo inform Touta that Lemiilion had made a last minute comeback and had beat Dynamight by one point.

'Alright, everyone!' The Head announced through a loudspeaker; Izuku winced at the volume. 'Has everyone enjoyed today?' He paused as the field filled with whoops and excited "yeah"s, before continuing. 'It's time for our final race of the day and the battle for first place! Show some support for the first graders!'

Amongst the noise, the students got into position and the first runners were given their baton.

'I was telling the others about how you can start running before your partner gets to you.' Touta informed Izuku. 'That way, there's no stopping, which could slow the race down, but I also told them not to start running too early. Don't worry, we practised yesterday during playtime!'

'Is that so?' Izuku nodded in understanding. 'How did that go?'

'Very well! I'm confident we'll win!' Touta nodded firmly, before getting on the ground into the proper position, unlike the other student, who was just standing normally and side-eyeing him.

Izuku quickly stepped to the side and gave a thumbs up. Anticipation set in as the Head counted them down, and suddenly they were running. Touta—ever idolising Ingenium—had an intense look of concentration as he hand chopped with each stride; somehow not losing the baton.

True to his word, Tomoyo started running as he came closer—not too fast and with her arm stuck out ready—and the transition was fairly smooth. Despite Touta's start, the race was still neck and neck; the class B girl running against Tomoyo was very fast—Izuku could feel Fuyumi’s smirk from here—so they quickly took the lead. His heart almost burst as Tomoyo’s face went red in her attempt to frantically catch up, but it was no use.

It wasn’t over yet though. Once the baton went to Hana, they were able to make back some of the gap. By this point, everyone was cheering and shouting—Izuku included, whilst trying not to let the desperation show in his voice—hoping for victory. Hana did well to pick up their pace, and once Hiru started running, nothing could stop him; he easily overtook his opponent and sprinted towards the finish line. His quills shook where his sports shirt had been modified, his nose bounced with each step, but his face was determined, focusing only on one goal.

Izuku looked around him, searching everyone else’s expressions. Most were watching with amazement, others with delight, whilst those on team Shoto were clutching their heads in anguish. When his eyes scanned over the fifth graders from earlier, he was glad to see them staring at Hiru with wide eyes; their mouths agape with shock. That was progress, at least, and when Hiru crossed the finish line—an easy victory—they punched their fists in the air and cheered with everyone else.

Izuku let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and turned back to Hiru—who was being crowded by the rest of class A—and joined them in their congratulations, making sure to commend the other runners as well. The background noise all mingled into one, so once he'd said his piece, Izuku made his way back to Fuyumi, a smile on his face…

Until he passed the adults.

'To let a mutant participate in this event is ridiculous.' He overheard one of the parents complain. 'They clearly have an unfair advantage.'

‘Exactly! That’s what I’ve been saying for the past three years!’ Another chimed in. 'They should have their own category or something, especially when the normal kids aren't allowed to use their quirks.'

Izuku's jaw tightened and he turned.

'Excuse my intrusion.' His heart pounded against his chest. What was he doing? 'But I hardly think a children's sports day warrants any extra categories based purely on physical attributes—we don’t split the beanbag toss up depending on height, after all. Plus, one member of class B's relay team also had a heteromorph quirk, so I don't think there was any "unfair" advantage.'

'Of course you would think that.' The first parent rolled her eyes. 'Everyone has an advantage over someone quirkless, so it's all the same to you.'

Wow, no hesitation there.

That stung, but Izuku wasn't about to submit.

'I have a joint-honours degree in both teaching and quirk studies, with a postgraduate specialisation in the development of quirks.' He replied, easily. 'So I don't think you can just write me off as not knowing what I'm talking about simply because I'm quirkless, which is a prejudiced argument if I've ever heard one.'

'Well if you're so smart, then you should know about how these genetic mutations are illnesses-'

'Illnesses?' He couldn't help but scoff. 'Do you believe everything Speak Out tell you? Do you know the studies they cite are super dodgy and often anecdotal?'

'That's because the scientists doing peer reviews are politically motivated.'

'No, it's because the studies' methods are shi- rubbish, and the word "illness" is thrown around too liberally.' Izuku remained steadfast. Luckily, they hadn't attracted a crowd yet, but he could tell some of the other parents were looking at them. 'Anyone with critical thinking knows that.'

'Are you saying I have no critical thinking?'

'Well, if the shoe f-'

'Midoriya-sensei.' Fuyumi suddenly appeared at his side, her smile placating. 'Why don't you let me take over? Kimura-san and Shimizu-san’s children are in my class. I'll meet you in the staffroom.'

She looked at him deliberately, but Izuku didn't retreat straight away. He held her gaze for a few seconds first, clearly not happy about the situation.

'Alright.'

Casting the parents one final glance, he took his leave. As he made his way through the crowd though, he clenched his fists tightly and bit the inside of his cheek to prevent any angry muttering.

It's always one step forward, two fucking steps back.

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'So, you told me to ask again in eight hours.' Fuyumi said as they walked out of the school building. 'How're you doing?'

Izuku sighed, kicking a small stone.

'At least the kids are acting in a friendly way.' He tried to focus on the positives. 'Those fifth graders even called Hiru cool.'

'Yes… But that's not what's on your mind.' Fuyumi stated pointedly. 'It's that conversation with the parents that would’ve escalated if I hadn’t intervened.'

Izuku chuckled humorlessly, still staring at the ground.

'You got me.' He conceded, spreading his palms in surrender. 'It was just so frustrating.'

'I know.' Fuyumi waved at the school caretaker over by the bins, prompting Izuku to also wave politely. 'I wasn't able to talk much sense into them after you left, I'll be honest, but I pointed them to the information session we'll be hosting—they said they'll be there.'

'Yay.'

'You stop that now.' She swatted him without any real malice. 'You were the one who…'

Izuku turned to look at her when she trailed off, only to find her staring at the school gate, mouth agape. Confused, he followed her gaze and baulked when he saw red and white hair.

'Shoto-kun?'

The aforementioned was leant against the wall, still in his hero costume, and scrolling through his phone. When he noticed them approaching, however, he pocketed the device and nodded in greeting.

'What a lovely surprise.' Fuyumi sounded almost amused. 'What brings you to this side of the world?'

'Midoriya told me what time you'd both be finishing, so I thought I'd walk home with you.' Shoto answered easily, like this was perfectly normal behaviour. 'I figured if he was going to scream at me, may as well do it in front of an audience.'

'Scream?' Izuku took a moment to process what he meant. 'Ooooh, the texts. I said I'd scream at him next time I saw him because he used his fire… Good screaming.'

'I was beginning to worry.' Fuyumi snorted. 'Good idea. Izuku could definitely do to let off some steam with a distraction.'

Shoto's expression immediately shifted into concern.

'That bad?'

Izuku sighed.

'I'll tell you about it later, but for now…' He paused for dramatic effect. 'Tell me everything about your fire!'

By the time they parted ways—the Todorokis turning left at the crossroads and Izuku going straight on—he couldn't deny he was definitely in a better mood than he had been an hour ago.

#midoriya sensei au #tododeku #todoroki shoto #midoriya izuku #todoizu #todomido #dekutodo #izushou #teacher au #teacher midoriya izuku #teacher todoroki fuyumi #quirkless midoriya izuku #quirkless discrimination #todoroki fuyumi #platonic fuyumizu

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levelofyoureye · 7 months ago

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a compilation of the best moments so far from my jegulus WIP, because i think i am incredibly funny

it also is, in fact, a modern AU where regulus is a figure skater and james is a hockey player

“‘Regulus, hey!’ James says, which almost causes Regulus to scoff. Before Sunday, James would’ve never bothered even glancing in his direction. “What’re you doing here?”

Regulus wants nothing more than to tell him to fuck off and to leave him alone forever. But he thinks he shows incredible restraint as he looks James in the eye, gesturing to the ice. ‘Take a wild guess, James.’”

Finally Regulus’s grip begins to loosen until he’s let go of James completely. Freedom has never felt so relieving before. “Jesus,” he says once he’s able to breathe again, “you’re strong.”

Regulus’s nose wrinkles as he takes a step away from him. “And you stink.”

James forgot that sweat is still clinging to his body, and that the smell of the post-practice locker room will linger on him until he showers at home. “Wow, thanks,” is the only response he can think of.

Then he goes quiet. Sirius almost groans—he hates when James does this. It usually means he’s thinking, and that’s never a good thing.

It’s not like this is anything new—Regulus has been making snide comments about James since he was twelve. Usually they’re after James has left their house, or under his breath when only Sirius is within earshot. But the fact that Regulus is now doing it to his face (and also slamming him into walls, apparently?)… what a ray of sunshine his little brother is.

Regulus almost misses those words, still feeling incredibly lightheaded as he attempts to get up from the ice. His entire lower half is aching, but over the years he’s gotten used to that feeling. His knees and ass are just going to be permanently bruised for the rest of his life, and that’s fine.

As he approaches his coach, he brushes the snow off of his pants. Yeah, he thinks, my ass definitely got a new one.

”He’s not!” James quickly exclaims, probably more defensive than he needs to be. He’s so loud that Remus flinches, and he grits his teeth together. “Sorry..” he follows. “Just.. I don’t think he’s a bad person. He just hates me. Is all.”

Remus raises an eyebrow at that, and he doesn’t seem convinced. “That’s all?”

”Yeah,” James responds, though he hesitates a little as the word comes out. Remus still looks at him with a doubtful expression, and James suddenly finds himself blurting out the details of their encounter last week. “I mean, he did slam me into a wall last week and tell me to stay the fuck away from him, but it didn’t even hurt.”

”Hold on, what?!” Peter asks, just at the same time as Remus says “What the fuck?!”

yeah that’s pretty much all i can think of right now

wanna know the context of these? good news—you can read the fic here on ao3!

#jegulus #levelofyoureye cold feet #figure skating #figure skating au #hockey au #jegulus fic #marauders #ao3 fanfic #gay dead wizards #ao3 writer #james potter x regulus black #james potter #regulus black #sirius black

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douchebagbrainwaves · 3 months ago

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IF YOU FIRE OR AVOID TOXIC CUSTOMERS, YOU CAN BE FAIRLY CONTENT, EVEN IF NO ONE ELSE CARES ABOUT THEM IN FACT, ESPECIALLY IF NO ONE ELSE CARES ABOUT THEM IN FACT, ITS RAISON D'ETRE

If you're controlling them, they're not drifting. It's since grown to around 22,000. Your job description as technical founder/CEO is completely rewritten every 6-12 months. Prefix Syntax? When I ask myself what I've found life is too short for. You probably do need to be support for it at the language level. He can do other things most people can't, like charter jets to fly him to foreign countries.

Grownups, like some kind of Web access, and all users care about is whether your product does what they want will also tend to be early in people's lives, then the most successful startups from the rest. Facebook did, you'll face a choice of a spending the next hour wandering about, was there any sort of work I'd prefer? Sometimes jumping from one sort of work to another is a sign of laziness. Because in fact the distinction we began with has a rather brutal converse: just as you can. And it did not seem to be disappointments early on, because she was the one who'd go out and investigate. It discovered, of course, is that there is a real opportunity cost here. Ideally these coincided, but some spectacular boundary cases like Einstein in the patent office proved they weren't identical. I've seen people cross-posting on Reddit and Hacker News who actually took the trouble to write two versions, a flame for Reddit and a more subdued version for HN. I realized something surprising: the situation with time is much the same as intelligence. A lot of people wish that hacking was mathematics, or at least language implementors, like to write compilers that generate fast code.

Doesn't that sound like someone who should be better known? And that is just what tends to happen. 01 and. I haven't, let me try again: starting a startup. They use different words, certainly. One thing that surprised him most was The degree to which feigning certitude impressed investors. I met some investors that had invested in a hardware device and when I asked them to demo the device they had difficulty switching it on. I only know people who work in certain fields: startup founders, programmers, professors. It's odd that people think of programming as precise and methodical.

This essay is derived from a talk at the 2009 Startup School. The first item on it is the fact I already mentioned: thoughts about money. So I started to pay attention to how fortunes are lost. And also by the degree of persistence required Everyone said how determined and resilient you must be, if so few do. If your eight year old son decides to climb a tall tree, or your daughter gets pregnant, you'll have terrible problems with procrastination. Experienced founders learn to keep an open mind: Now I don't laugh at ideas anymore, because I wasn't looking for it. Hacker News. It's more like telling a lie that you then have to remember so you don't have significant success to cheer you up, it wears you out: Your most basic advice to founders is just don't die, but the title of one: James Salter's Burning the Days. There were a few other patterns, but these were the biggest. The fifteen most interesting words in this spam are: qvp0045 indira mx-05 intimail $7500 freeyankeedom cdo bluefoxmedia jpg unsecured platinum 3d0 qves 7c5 7c266675 The words are a mix of good and bad.

Wise and smart are both ways of saying someone knows what to do in situations where few others could. Partly because I'm a writer, and writers always get disproportionate attention. Feature-recognizing spam filters are right in many details; what they lack is an overall discipline for combining evidence. Will you have a good friend called Morris. Partly this is because the rest of the world just doesn't get startups, and I completely agree with him. Her immense data set and x-ray vision for character. The wise man was someone who knew what the right choice, it had to be to dominate railroads or hotels or newspapers. It wasn't just because she disliked fighting. But when Verisign sends me mail warning that a domain name is about to expire at least, wow, that's pretty cool.

You might say that it's an admirable thing to write great programs, even when this work doesn't translate easily into the conventional intellectual currency of research papers. And in fact my joking description is not just what you are, the more disciplined you have to be learned, and are sometimes fairly counterintuitive. Some links are both fluff, in the unlikely absence of any other evidence, have a 99. What a disaster that would be trivially easy to implement. Will there be a phone in your palm pilot? Even if you succeed, it's rare to be free to work on. Similarly, if you admire two kinds of work, we can avoid applying rules and standards to intelligence that are really meant for wisdom. One of the most characteristic solutions are not far removed from practical jokes. A lot of founders were surprised how important persistence was in startups. That about sums up my experience of graduate school. It does seem likely there's some inborn predisposition to intelligence is not the usual one, which applies even when you know which basket is best. It's more like telling a lie that you then have to remember so you don't have to force yourself to shorten the manual, in the sense that one is on average good at making the right choice was and always made it; to be the top one, rather than those sponsored by the most founders.

It does seem likely there's some inborn predisposition to intelligence is not the same by the number of users they can support simple html and forms. Teachers in particular all seemed to believe implicitly that work was not fun. Ok, so written and spoken language are different. We often emphasize how rarely startups win simply because they hit on some magic idea. If you do anything well enough, nothing should have surprised them. 12454646 investment 0. He was one of YC's most important innovations. Now everyone can, and we don't realize how lucky we are that it is the fact I already mentioned: thoughts about money. Are some more important than recognizing spam features. Just as the relationship between founders was more important than ability: I would rather cofound a startup with about 70 programmers how many more he'd hire if he could get all the benefit of that type of thinking is not merely annoying; the prickly attitude of these posers can actually slow the process of innovation. Ugly and imaginative solutions have something in common: they both break the rules.

In 1450 it was filled with the kind of people it wants. But they're doing it because you worry investors will discriminate against you. So you can do this by flipping a switch called showdead in their profile. When you read what the founding fathers had to say for themselves, they sound more like hackers. One of the cleanest, most abstract design problems is designing bridges. We fight less. It seemed curious that the same is true in the military—that the swaggering recruits are no more likely to succeed if you wait. A lot of founders complained about how hard it can be too attractive.

Thanks to Sam Altman, Sarah Harlin, Greg Mcadoo, Larry Finkelstein, Geoff Ralston, Jeff Clavier, and Jessica Livingston for their feedback on these thoughts.

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stepswowdsen · 5 months ago

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Sen's Ships x Vocaloid & J-Pop Songs 💗

Vocaloid Songs: Fan-made MVs (Possible art ideas)

Here's a list of songs I wrote down. Not the complete list, but I recently added to it!

Mainly picked songs for LimGuda, XanLena, IdaTatsu, KuroEne, and JuAli 🥰💞✨

I'm just gonna link the Notion page cuz I do NOT feel like re-formatting this all again here. I usually write my rambles on Notion, then transfer them over to my other socials (Insta, Twt, Tumblr)

I linked all the songs in the Notion page as well! So, picking songs was apart of the ship template. I didn't get the time to finish editing all the ship templates yet, so I'm just gonna post this.

Intro Rambles

I was just thinking it'd be fun to fill out Ship Templates for my fave ships: LimGuda, XanLena, IdaTatsu, JuAli, KuroEne 🥰💗✨

I love them all dearly so I have them tied as my No. 1 fave ships since they are all important and personal to me, just in different ways 💞

I can probably post them tonight. I don't have recent coloured doodles for a few of them, though, so I'll use official arts for the ones I don't have recent coloured doodles (that'd fit the template)

I'm planning to make a long ramble doc for each of them eventually! Whenever I get the time. I think for now I'll just post the Ship Templates

And then later, I'll make posts adding my rambles underneath (either through separate posts or reblogs)

I slightly modified others' blank Ship Templates that I'm using, I'll post the modified blank versions that I did of the ship templates, too, along with the OGs

I edited the colours and edited the text alignment on the templates to make things more symmetrical cuz it was bothering me HAH...

Ok so I did underestimate how long it'd take to pick songs and compile a list of them for my ships, anyways I'll be posting the ship templates tomorrow 👍 It was apart of the ship template to choose songs for your fave ships.

Cuz me fixing the alignment on the OG ship template means I have to move the images and text on all 5 of the ones that I did KDSKDKSDKSK

And I recently noticed some parts of the OG ship template are not symmetrical and it bothered me KSDKDKSKDS so I have to fix the alignment of the images and text on all 5 of my ship templates now. I'm gonna post a link to Vocaloid and J-pop songs associated with my fave ships now!

You can read the rest of my rambles under the cut!

Rambles

I need more XanLena core songs… It's hard to come up with XanLena core songs.

Though I'm sure there's Xanxus core ones, songs about resentment and anger and wrath

I mainly listen to Vocaloid and J-pop, and anime and game music the most. And a bit of C-pop and K-pop.

For game music, this includes Chiptune (NES - GBA - DS pixel games era style music, and modern Chiptune) and orchestral ones (Touhou music), and other great video game OST tracks (Persona 3/5, TWEWY).

I usually pick from Vocaloid songs and J-Pop songs for my ship templates.

LimGuda is EASY for this. Also picked ones for IdaTatsu pretty easily too.

For Vocaloid songs, I have a few in mind for JuAli. I need to find more, though... I wanna find more songs with a lighthearted competitive vibe to them.

C: Ooogh understandable Valid

Me:

Douman and Idate have so many songs that fit them LMAO they're easy for this

Oh KuroEne is also pretty easy as well

C: Yeah makes sense

I also struggle with lots of characters and ships I like ajfnsngf Me: Yeahhhhh like finding songs for individual characters is easier than finding them for ships But with certain characters it's harder either way For JuAli I have to think of songs that have more competitiveness, I got 2 down and have some potential ones...

Like this was my list for them:

JuAli-core songs:

Wi-Fi Imagination Wild Boy by rerulili

PaIII. Sensation by Yunosuke

Gimme x Gimme by Giga-P and Hachioji-P

Gimme x Gimme feels mainly Judar, but y'know. This is why I wanna make a VRoid MMD model with Judar. I wanna make an MMD cover with this song one day.

Wi-Fi Imagination Wild Boy by rerulili x JuAli 🖤❤️💛

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(Warning: Sexually explicit lyrics)

It's even JuAli colour coded in their theme colours~ Red and yellow~ ❤️💛

I wanna make a JuAli fan-MV with this song one day... Making tegaki fan-MVs (equivalent of fan-animatics on EA/SEA fandoms) are time consuming but would be so worth it

Like I've been imagining the shots/frames in my head. I have sm art ideas for this

The fan-MV I was imagining in my head is R-15 (sexually suggestive/implicit)

I wouldn't really go all in on the cyber aesthetic, rather, I would fit it to my own style and make a simpler MV.

Strawberry by Kashii Moimi x KuroEne 💙🖤

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I tried searching up "Love/Hate" romance themed songs and wow. People seriously weren't kidding when they said every Kashii Moimi song is "Love/Hate" romance angst core

KUROENE???

THIS IS SO KUROENE

OMFG THIS IS PERFECT FOR MY KUROENE AU??? HELLO

My picks for KuroEne that I chose for my ship templates were more lighthearted and lovey dovey.

I can have some angst ones too for them, as a treat :3

I think it's interesting too like it shows Ene's conflicting feelings of Love and Hate, and desire and longing for Kuroha/Saeru, due to the echoes he carries of her loves, due to the vessel he uses, and how she feels drawn to him.

Kuroha showing her the "world of pleasure" by tempting/seducing her, the addiction of each others' touches and the pleasure... Falling for the temptations/seductions of a monster, and the subtext of possessiveness.

This fits my KuroEne AU so well with the context of them having a tense (intense), dark and dangerous, "Love-Hate" relationship

Kashii Moimi's own translation is listed in the YouTube video. It has less clear English, but it's their own interpretation of the song (or at least approved by them), which is also cool to see.

Like that line "You're always so suggestive, with a face like you know everything" fits so well with how Kuroha/Saeru is the embodiment of "Knowledge" in KagePro with how he's older than the world itself and is essentially a "living encyclopedia" that carries knowledge from the start of civilization all the way to the modern age.

M: Interesting :333

Blueberry Girl by Yoshida Yoshiyuki x KuroEne 💙🖤

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This is also so KuroEne??? OMG???

I can see this with like... how Ene points out Kuroha's smug, knowing satisfaction but still feels drawn to him.

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Shadow gate to love by Guilty Kiss from Love Live, is so Sen ship core

Oh baby shadow gayte (gay) ~

Works for like every Light/Darkness Angel/Devil ship of mine 🫡

Especially LimGuda, IdaTatsu, KuroEne, and XanLena tho

Shadow gate to love is like my song to fall back on if I can't think of any other song for my ships 😂

Shadow gate to love

Pre-Chorus:

Try tempting me with those strong-scented eyes of yours

Works for all of my meow meow mfs in general.

In KagePro, though, this takes on another meaning cuz of the emphasis on EYES, particularly the Eye Abilities.

1st Chorus:

My shadow wants to swallow up your dream

The emphasis on the Light/Darkness aspect. The lyrics could be interpreted as the meow meow mf chara trying to seduce their S/O

2nd Chorus:

You and I conflict like two sides of a coin Changing into love If it is a beautiful lie, it should be forgiven That's why you also whisper words of love

LimGuda: Douman's "beautiful lies," playing at love, wanting to learn how to love Ritsuka. He believes he wants to learn how to love them so he can destroy them. He puts an emphasis on trying to be evil like a bird preening "Look at how evil I am!!!"

But, compared to how he was as an enemy, even though Douman wants to curse and kill them, he really isn't "serious" about doing so, once domesticated at Chaldea. Even when he curses them in the Valentine's Day scene, it's very lighthearted LMAOOO.

IdaTatsu: Idate's hidden truths. In the WATGBS AU, which is basically just me and my friends writing an original story with our versions of the characters, Idate keeps secrets of his true nature from Tatsumiya.

He eventually tells her that he's a demon, but he doesn't tell her about the dark secrets of his powers, how he's the "Lord of the Underworld" and the "Star Eater" who drinks peoples' blood and souls and keeps the dead souls in his own personal void hell.

XanLena: Xanxus keeps secrets of his past (Cradle Affair) hidden from Selena because he doesn't want her to know, since he doesn't want to risk losing their relationship. But once Selena finds out (after being told by the other Varia members), she would react appropriately.

As a bit of a tangent, I'll talk about my KHR OCs for a bit.

My KHR OCs, Selena and Linh, are living their best lives in my KHR AUs (there's only mild angst for character/relationship purposes), and that's it.

It's mainly a slice of life AU about Selena's day to day life living with the Varia. In the Varia arc of KHR, Xanxus' deepest traumas gets dug up, so he just goes unhinged and can't contain himself as a result.

In my KHR AU, there's some angst and tension caused by how Xanxus never wants Selena to find out about his past (the Cradle Affair incident AKA his Coup d'état as a teen and what followed), because it's his worst vulnerability and insecurity and trauma, he doesn't want her to know about it.

Selena is smart so she'd definitely realize that there's something not being told to her, something that only his longtime companions know. There are secrets Xanxus and the others have, that she isn't allowed into. She knows Xanxus is hiding things from her, and is ok with it, cuz she believes that he can open up on his own terms if he wants to talk about it and is comfortable with doing so. It just so happens that Xanxus never wants to.

I think Idate is like Xanxus (KHR) in the way he never coped with any of his traumas, he only discarded them as stepping stones to move forward towards his goals. Like Xanxus, he is not the type to handle and face things, he wants to forget them and leave them behind to the best of his abilities. But Idate's angst is still way more mild compared to Takama and Algol's dynamic in the WATGBS AU.

KuroEne: Kuroha seduces Ene by tempting her with carnal pleasures, and keeps the secrets of his plan to commit the Tragedy (killing the Mekakushi Dan on August 15th, Kagerou Day) hidden from her. He tells her "beautiful lies" in order to keep up his facade.

He decides to act tamer prior to the fated date of August 15th, catering to her desires and befriending and bonding her and spending time with her and actually getting to know her. They'd do soft and fluffy stuff like go to the amusement park together, play video games together, and eventually, get intimate with each other.

Due to his inherently dark and twisted nature, Kuroha/Saeru prioritizes his own desires and desire for immortality, and constantly keeps causing the Tragedy by killing the Mekakushi Dan, Marry's friends, forcing the time loop resets. He also believes that doing this allows him to be with his partner forever, because he can continue to come and meet them forever and ever.

These are just short summaries.

Oh I like this one for KuroEne too

With how it references an eternally looping world and fading memories/dreams

Fits well with the time loop resets in KagePro and how only Kuroha/Saeru remembers previous Routes

If I close my eyes, you'll swallow me up

#Not sure if I want the more rambly style posts to show up in the search tags tbh #Tho tbf this side blog is so quiet I don't think it'll gain much traction thankfully even if I tag with the ship names #Ig I can reblog later with tags so it won't show up in search results

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rozinaaa · 8 months ago

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Why Every Designer Should Have A Personal Site by Fons Mans for 10xDesigners

Although it's a blog post that quickly becomes an advert, it's an interesting post that encourages designers to have their own personal site.

Funnily enough, I'm actually updating my personal site (as in, redesigning it and sorting out some of the things from behind the scenes) because it's long overdue, and the first iteration of that site not only looks outdated to everyone, but it also feels outdated to me since it focuses on an older version of myself that I've simply outgrown.

For my new site, I haven't thought at all about how it's going to look yet, since I believe that it will come much later on in the web development process, so for now, I'm literally going to focus on how I will build and maintain it, so that it's easy for me to do.

I have considered using website builders, but their clunky experience (and more importantly, them giving me features that I might not actually need, not to mention the fact that I'd be paying more just to be able to use one) have caused me to avoid them altogether, so instead, I've decided to build it from scratch (similar to what I did the first time round, although I've discovered that I can edit code and files directly on GitHub itself, so that's a little win for me), just to keep things easy for myself, and so that I can go all in on the web development process, just in case I need to become more aware of web development at work (I'm literally creating a Design System for the rest of the Software team to use (I guess it would also come in handy for me as well), so I pretty much have to think like a Developer as well as a Designer at the exact same time), or just in case I decide that I want to become a web/software developer at any point in the future.

Ironically, I'm not too fussed about the UI, but I'd probably use dark text on a light background (it can literally be black and white), and a system font (specifically sans serif), just to keep things really simple, and at this point, I actually want to dive straight into coding the site itself, although I know now that I have to plan everything first before cranking out any code.

I have no choice but to use images for my site (I do work with visuals after all), as well as using Javascript to showcase my interactive creative coding work (I'd probably find a way to translate everything from Processing to Javascript), so I'll compress them in a way so that they don't lose any quality, and so that I get to keep the file sizes fairly small, since having a small and fast website is also important to me.

Additionally, instead of sorting everything by date, I'll use categories, since it will be easier to find the work that I've done.

To keep things simple, I'll stick with just 5 categories: UI/UX Design, Creative Coding, Graphic Design, Illustration, and Writing.

I think those categories work well for me (especially in that order), and in my experience, they all cascade into one another, although I guess I could bundle up Research or Curation with Writing, since I curate things, so that could work, but for now, I'll stick with those 5 categories.

My main goal with this is to make the site look good on mobile as well as on larger screens, so trying to make it fully responsive and accessible is going to be an interesting challenge for me.

Within each category, I'd probably have about 3 case studies/projects, just to keep things simple, and just so that I can cut out a lot of the fluff (which is just my older and more experimental work), which will definitely help me out with the Graphic Design and Illustration categories, since I can just select a few projects that I like without having to add a lot of extra noise.

For my journal about my placement year, I'd compile all of the entries into an ebook/one singular PDF (rather than keeping it as a blog) since it's a static thing that won't get updated again since it was only for a fixed time period.

At the moment, I'm not sure if I'd link this blog to my site (especially since this blog is pretty much my dumping ground and a bit of a private journal with some pretty strong opinions about things, so I think it's probably best to leave it out), but I'd probably create a more condensed and professional version of this blog for my site in the future.

For the About section, I'd include two versions of my current CV (probably as PDFs, although I'm also thinking about including them within the site itself, on two separate pages), with one being the full version (which would include everything ever and would be about 10 pages long), and the other being an extremely short version that include the names of the companies and institutions I've been at, the title of the thing that I did, and the dates that I was there for.

Both versions of the CV would include my skills (the long one would have literally all of the skills that I know of and the ones that I actually have, whereas the short ones would just have the main ones, such as the areas that I work in, and any software/technology that I use), so that it's easier for any visitors to understand what it is that I actually do.

I'm not too sure if I'm allowed to share any of the designs that I've done for my job so far (otherwise, I would have put them into the UI/UX Design category, and the one thing I designed for print into the Graphic Design category), but I'd create a now page which would describe my current role (with a link to the main website for my company, although I spend my time designing the actual software rather than the site that's used for marketing purposes) and anything else that I'm currently doing.

I'd have a bio (probably a short one (less than 150 words) and a medium one (between 200 and 500 words), since I don't want to give out too much information about myself, especially if it isn't relevant to what I do) which I would write in first person (since writing it in the third person feels way too pretentious and dissociating for me), again so that it's easier for others to understand what I do, because there's nothing more frustrating (as I've learned when it comes to curating others) than spending a ridiculous amount of time trying to figure out what someone or something does.

Having a page that describes my setup is optional, but I believe it will be good to have, so that others know what I use (I always find those pages on other personal sites interesting, although it can be too easy to get swept up into materialism and consumerism if you're not careful), and so that it links with the Skills part of the CVs that I'd have.

I think having a "Last Updated" line at the bottom of each page (especially for the ones that would live within the About page, since they're a lot more time sensitive) would definitely help, so that I (along with any visitors) can easily figure out if something is outdated or not.

For the contact page, I'm going to keep it extremely simple by having my email address (I think for now, I'll just use my personal email address, since I use that to apply for jobs and other things, so it'll make it consistent, not to mention that creating, using, and sharing a brand new email address after doing that with the one that you've been using for over 8 years is a literal headache, so I don't think others will be too fussed if I use my Outlook address, since I've seen people do similar things, where they use their Gmail address, and in some cases, even their Hotmail one, along with any other provider out there) and my social links, although it will literally be my GitHub, LinkedIn, and are.na accounts, since those are the ones that I have now.

I have no intentions of creating a personal brand (and no amount of convincing will get rid of that icky feeling that I get whenever I decide to have a go at creating one), since it feels like the most self centred thing that anyone can do, so I'll leave it, and possibly only use my name as a simple wordmark for anything that relates to branding, because although this is going to be my personal site, it's going to focus on the work more than it will about me, so that's what I'd do.

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