#not that its my ONLY oppertunity but like. its a nice in for someone like me with no experience and limited travel options yknow

[mistressoftheelderitchwhorehouse]

You and the Shadows That Trail Alongside You Episode 1

Trigger Warnings: Anxiety

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai x OC / Chuuya x OC

Notes: Welcome to a deeply personal story. It's just a self insert fic making me, an adult black woman with many a mental health issue, face my demons. If it helps anyone else? Awesome. A name is never used, so it would qualify as a reader insert if you like.

Enjoy

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If I had lived a different life, I think I would have been a Literature major. Actually, I almost was. I wanted to go to school for it out in Atlanta, but that idea was popped the moment it was asked how I would feed myself, if I could make money, and did it translate to skills for when robots inevitably took my job.

Needless to say I went to school for something else.

However, the idea still lingered. Hell, I would argue it expanded as I got older. American literature was fun, English Literature was my first love, and then there was Japanese literature....

I was introduced to it thanks to a friend, and I fucking loved it. Sitting in alher living room, watching this anime called Bungo Stray Dogs, made me fall in love with not just Japanese literature, but the entire written word all over again. With the themes that could be woven with just ink and paper, lessons that could burn your soul, and all in a rather pretty package.

I was more than a bit smitten with the idea.

Literature.

Reading.

Writing.

Maybe I dug a little too deep into my latest hyperfixation. Plunged my hands a bit too far wanting more, more, more. Everyone always joked that my greatest vice was greed, and I always agreed with them without a hint of hesitation. Whether it was money, love, or just hyperfixations I just wanted more.

And now it had called in its debt.

Because how else did one explain waking up in the middle of an unfamiliar city?

I was damn near a hermit. I left my house only on Mondays and Thursdays at the insistance of my friends. Hell, I rarely left my own bedroom.

I stared at the cars that zoomed past on the street only a few feet away from where I sat on a bench. The stench of gasoline was comforting, something that felt familiar and safe. All that was missing was cigarettes and pine.

I tilted my head back and groaned. "Please for the love of christ focus! You're supposed to be getting courage to ask for directions, remember?"

Directions, a lift, even a half hearted shrug would be nice. However, that meant approaching someone, which meant talking to someone, which meant showing off my poor Japanese skills...

I glare at the very clearly Japanese street sign, as if it was the reason I was procrastinating.

"Oh yeah! And remember that one time-"

My head whipped around and I watched a young woman walk down the street with a well to do looking man. Both of them appeared Japanese, and the words that I could understand, more than I swore I studied, came easily enough.

I worried my bottom lip and watched them go further down the road. Then, just as they turned a corner, I finally picked myself up and hurried after them. Concrete warmed my feet, and the cool breeze dried the beginnings of tears as I hurried.

A sharp pain in my shoulder had me stumbling, and I twisted around just to get a brown haired man only inches in front of my face. "Oi!"

I blinked as he said... Honestly, I wasn't sure what he was saying. Either he was trying to sound tough or he didn't care to enunciate, either way he didn't open his mouth enough for me to understand his Japanese.

Probably not realizing I didn’t understand him, or maybe he didn't care, he continued talking. It didn't take a genius to realize he was furious by his tone.

"Hey, lay off Satoshi. It's a civilian for fuck's sake."

The man straightened up and turned around. I took that as an oppertunity to mutter a quick sorry, before sprinting away.

Now to go cry instead of getting directions...

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The sky had dipped into a swirling array of pinks, oranges, and violets. The cold was starting to set in, and my tank top and skirt combo wasn't cutting it anymore.

I leaned against a shop and dug my bare arm against the still warm brick. I still hadn't gotten the courage to speak to anyone. More people had clogged the streets, and that led me to making myself scare in an alley for the past two hours.

Now that most people had dissapeared into bars, taxis, and their homes I had crept out of my anxiety hole with the intention to try again.

"Jesus. Now look, you're sleeping on the streets. Congrats!"

I do my best to ignore my own reflection in the shop window as I push myself off. It wasn’t the first time I'd slept in the elements against my will, but...

I curled my toes and grit my teeth as I looked around. When I spotted something neon at the edge of my vision I nearly twisted my head off to see it properly. Attached to a squat building appeared to be a bar. I darted across the street and stood outside the heavy wood door. If push came to shove I could pretend to be drunk. If push came to shove I could be a dumb gaijin.

It was okay.

It was okay.

I pushed the door open, and not a soul seemed to care. In fact, the only person who seemed to notice my existence was myself.

I sucked in a breath and stepped over the threshold, cold wood making my spine shiver and grilling meat made my mouth water. I made a beeline for the bar, making myself small and avoiding the bodies of the men that crowded the rather plain bar room.

I leaned against the wood bartop and a woman with her hair piled high and a bored expression approached. She looked me up and down once before raising an eyebrow.

"Foreigner, right?" She asked in slow English. "We don't serv American military-"

"I-I'm not!" I said. "Um, I'm just lost. I have no clue where I am."

"You're at Blue Moon Bar."

"N-no... In Japan. I don’t know where in Japan I am."

The woman raised an eyebrow, her gaze stuck on me even as she reached behind her for a beer and slid it down the bar. "In Japan? Are you intoxicated? Did you use drugs?"

"No! I'm defenitely sober. Look, is there an American Embassy nearby?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a large, callussed hand touch my shoulder. "Lost in this world and seeking company. A feeling I know all too well."

I kept my gaze locked on the woman as I sidestepped away from the hand until I could no longer feel it. "So um, do you have the directions? I can read a map too if you don't want to tell me."

"Lost and learned! What a wonderfully bitter sweet taste. You're like Cantarella used to-Gak!"

I yelp as I knock into the bar, a painful jolt going up my ribs.

"Shit." The bar tender muttered.

"Dazai you stupid, womanaizing, self centered, egotistical, waste of bandages and air!"

"Hey only one of those is actually true!"

I pushed myself off the bar with a quickness I hadn't expressed since middle school. Standing next to me was a tall man that had hair that was a bright blonde. His hands were wrapped around a far too skinny man's neck, seemingly uncaring if this would kill him.

I knew these people.

I had seen them only a few hours ago from the safety of my best friend's couch.

I was screaming about how important character design was.

My friend was laughing at me and agreeing.

I could still taste the maple syrup that I had dumped on my eggs.

"Yokohama." I whispered the words to myself, and wrapped my arms around my middle. "I'm in Yokohama."

I jumped as Dazai was suddenly dumped in front of me, his hair disheveled and his coat hanging off one shoulder. "Now apologize! Can't you see she was uncomfortable?"

"I'm no good at English."

"Of course you're not."

Kunikida clicked his tongue and grabbed Dazai's head and forced him to bow. "My friend apologizes for his behavior. He never meant to make you uncomfortable." He seemed to increase his grip if Dazai's whining was any indicator, and switched to Japanese. "Right?"

"Yeah! Whatever you say!"

"Actually, Mr. Kunikida," The bartender said. "Can you help her? She says she's not with the military, and doesn't even know what city we're in." Her voice lowered, and she too switched to Japanese. "I think she might be one of the Port Mafia's red light girls."

I knew my face had to be as red as the district she spoke about. I twisted on my heel and I started to walk away. Whether from ebaressment or self preservation I could analyze in the safety of a dumpster-

"Ma~tte."

I stopped dead and stared at my bare feet. All it did was earn a chuckle that made me want to burrow into the wood and curl into subflooring.

"Well now," A pair of scuffed brown shoes appeared in front of my feet, and when I looked up, I was gazing into the amused face of Osamu Dazai himself. "Looks like this one does know Japanese. Right, Cantarella?"

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Was it a bar or a tea house? I knew the difference intellectually, but the whiskey was making my head swim and I couldn't grapple onto anything that wasn't in my immediate focus.

Like the men in front of me.

"And you're sure you don't remember being on that side of town?" Kunikida asked.

I looked up from my glass, the ball shaped ice cube no longer interesting. "I mean probably not? I suck at remembering directions. I got lost in my elementary school every year after summer vacation!"

"Awe, what a shame." Dazai reached for the whiskey glass, and I snatched it back. "You gave it to me."

"I did."

"So it's mine."

"Of course! I just didn't realize you were such a light weight."

Kunikida sighed and I swore he called us both children. I swallowed the words behind my teeth, and directed my gaze from Dazai's unamused expression to Kunikida's exhausted one.

"The embassy or whatever is probably closed, yeah? Fuckin the worst."

"And now she talks like a deliquent."

"I'd be impressed if she could say anything coherent at all." Kunikida snapped. "Look, it's clear she doesn't know anything about the Port Mafia. Let's drop her off with the police and go look for that tiger."

The tiger?

Wait.

Episode one? Wasn't Kat and I on episode whatever of season four? Didn't whatever God, demon, alien that sent me here know that much?

"Maybe you're right. Damn, and to think we could have cracked something before Ranpo."

"Not in your dreams." Kunikida said as he stood up. "Come on, Miss. Let's get you to the police."

"The river."

Kunikida raised an eyebrow. "What?"

I dropped my gaze back to my whiskey when I felt both of their stares against my skin. It was probably a rule or something, right? You didn't say anything to influence the plot. You didn't insert yourself in the plot. Fanfiction or issekai or whatever 101.

But...

It wouldn't hurt, right?

Just this once to do something like this.

To be more than just me?

I giggled at that, a snorting sound that I had hated since I was a teenager. "Oh god, I'm stupid. So stupid."

"Miss?"

I look up at them both, the grip on my glass so tight my fingers were going numb. "A tiger, right? I saw something near the river."

The detectives looked at each other, before Kunikida snatched the glass away and hauled me up. "Well, looks like we got something useful out of this exchange afterall."

"Huh?"

Dazai knocked the glass back with ease before grinning at me with a smile that was far too sharp to be normal. "We got ourselves a witness."

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Translation Notes:

Matte: It can meet wait or stop in Japanese.

Cantarella: A sweet tasting poison said to be used by a certain family back in ye olden days.

[muirneach]

btw my fave park ive ever been to was thousand islands national park it was SOOO fucking cool. circa me being 10 or 11 idr my dad and stepmom and me spent a few days powerboating around it and sleeping on the boat it was so fun. those tiny islands were gorgeous and sooo cute. i would get up and swim to the nearest island and walk around there. highly reccomend. also gananoque was cute we were only there for like a day but i liked it. that said the area in ontario closest to my heart is lake huron. i love you grey-bruce!!! i used to spend all my summers in bruce county and it’s very near and dear to me

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I'M BACK!!! 🥰😍❤ Did you all miss me? I'm happy to say that I've finally gotten some WiFi where I'm currently living and updates are gonna try to be more steady here in the future but I can't make any promises because I get very busy with my work 😅😇 Please continue to bear with me!

In other words, a while back I wrote the OG version of this little short fic on A03 but I realized that I had never posted it here! 😱 Nevertheless, I decided to write the Part 2 to this and then decided to remaster that first part before posting it here! 🙂🙂🙂 I'm thinking about turning this into a little mini series 🤔🥰

Anyways, I'll stop rambling! Please enjoy! 😚

Pillarroomates (Chapter 1: Roommate wanted)

(This is dedicated to Dagdoth and Sureynot; 2 of the best bad influences I could ever ask for 🥰😍❤)

The steady click-clacking of keys filled the pleasant silence of the little kitchen, Kars typing away on the laptop before him at the table.

It was just a little after noon, a time where he usually put down his work for a brief session to sit back in silence and enjoy a cup of coffee, or maybe a mug of tea depending on his mood, with whatever baked-good had been whipped up recently. Today however, he chose to cut his little break out of schedule completely to get a jump on the deadline of the month that he was currently picking away at.

Hunched over, eyes glued to the screen, one could've swore he was a living statue perched like that so quietly if it weren't for his typing fingers.

The sweet smell hanging in the air came much closer as Wamuu strode over to the table, a soft smile was painted across the mans lips as he placed an oven fresh cookie on a plate down next to the mug of black tea his Master was letting steep at his side.

"Thank you, Wamuu." Kars said quietly, watching the blonde depart in his peripheral vision for only a beat before regaining his sharp focus on the sea of numbers staring back at him.

Kars had his own room with a desk to work in of course but he always found himself enjoying doing work down here this time of day. The heavenly smell of the kitchen when something was being baked and the pleasant background noise of the radio chiming softly, sometimes accompanied by Wamuu humming along, was something sort of relaxing to Kars.

Relaxing around here tended to be something rare too, as there never seemed to be a dull moment in the lives of the Pillarmen these days.

Not in this neighbourhood, no.

The younger man hummed in response, heading back to the stove to finish scraping fresh cookies off the pan to place on a rack to cool. He was sure Santana would make an appearance soon to try one, with the lovely smell filling the air and all.

Santana could never stay asleep (as heavy of a sleeper as he had the tendency to be) holed up in his room when there was something yummy being cooked.

The times where he appeared the quickest was when Kars flicked on the coffee machine first thing in the morning, the red-head manifesting at his side at the very first spew of hot caffeine never failed to nearly give him a heartattack; especially when it was 5 in the morning in a dark kitchen.

Kars' head lifted, cocking an eyebrow as there suddenly came a knock at the front door; three evenly spaced thumps on the wood. The thought of another complaining neighbour was the first thing to cross his mind, making him sigh as he moved to get up from his chair.

"PIZZA'S HERE!!!"

The sounds of heavy footfalls coming at a rapid speed from down the hallway accompanying the cry stopped him in his tracks.

The plum-haired man grimaced, Wamuu glancing over his shoulder with a frown, as none-other-than Esidisi sped by; the one hand clutching the towel around his waist was the only thing keeping it from blowing away completely.

Despite only catching a glimpse of his speedy companion, Kars didn't miss the fact that the other was sopping wet and trailing water.

Esidisi had simply lept out of the shower the second he heard the knock at the door, leaving with only a towel (just barely even) and the foamy suds that were still clinging to his hair and his body.

No doubt about it, he was dripping all over the place.

And all over his clean floor too.

Kars clicked his tongue, more than tempted to sigh again.

"Really, Esidisi?" He called out to the other.

It was hard to tell whether he was more displeased with his state of soapy undress or the fact that the oldest Pillarmen had gone and ordered yet ANOTHER pizza this week with only God-knows-what on it.

Sure, he the others found themselves actually partaking in "Human food" casually these days. Wamuu even went so far as to teach himself how to cook as a hobby to fill time around the house when he wasn't going to the Gym or to work, but Esidisi had become something of a strange enthusiast on the matter.

Some people in this world got a little riled up over something as simple as Pinapple being added as a topping on a pizza but Kars had a feeling those people would have an absolute fit listening to Esidisi's phone order of a multi-fruit pizza (consisting of: oranges, apples, watermelon and strawberries) with cheese, olives and pepperoni.

He was starting to wonder if his longtime companion was simply doing it just to see how far he could push a Pizza place with his barrage of odd orders until they yelled at him or worse, barred him completely from the place.

His question was only met with laughter. "I decided to ask for Mac and Cheese and Jalapeños on it this time!" Esidisi called back, voice echoing off the walls, as he finally reached the front door.

Wamuu's nose crinkled at the very sound of that, choosing wisely to direct his attention to his cookies once more.

Kars decided to follow suit and do the same with his own work.

He supposed it wasn't really his problem, therefore; he shouldn't say anything.

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The advertisment had been a strange one for sure, but really, you had no choice but to at least look into it. It never hurt to try and you were already desperate enough as it was.

Apartments and open housing in the area was becoming a rarity at best these days, this busy time of year didn't help things either, and you had been scouring the internet for every opportunity or opening there was to move in with someone in this portion of the city.

Sadly, you had turned up empty handed quite a few times.

The last one you had looked into had been great; a nice building, nice seeming people, decent budget; but alas, the people who put out the advert took it down just a day later.

They had decided to give the opening to a close friend of theirs who wanted to come across the country and live with them instead.

You had been starting to consider checking the complete other side of the city and trying to squeeze yourself in somewhere there or maybe even just going with the option of moving cities completely! The hassle of finding a place was just becoming too much until... this one happened to pop up.

☆ Roomate requSWIGGITY SWOOMATE, WE NEED A ROOMATE!!11!!!1!

We are Four Men seeking out a Human roomate to live with us in our rented house.

4 bedroom, 1 bath, 1 kitchen; upstairs, downstairs and basement.

Location: Western side of the city, 929 Bizzare av.

Rent and chores are divided equally among us.

Requirements as followed:

• Must be a CLEAN Human.

• Human must not bear the surname of "Joestar" under ANY means necessary.

•Must be actively working and have claims to have the ability to hold their job.

• Must be willing to contribute to the household via chores and yard work when necessary.

• must be CUTE!!!

• Mus

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• Must like llf6io78fjjl0

•

• Jo9sjw6jnsjej27ebeolu

• Jsjsij wkk d18kkjs lkdjsjsns52jsjjsnend2njsmdv 6272jsndbdhs2672 jd Djjsija bsij eeskdnne9s782728 jd bjejrn rnusjjsj

• the human must not be loud

• It would be most appreciated if the Human was a mannered person, who holds appreciation for similar hobbies we do. -W

•

Ask within to apply! ☆

You couldn't help but wonder if whoever had written this advert had been drunk at the time by looking at the grabbed mess that took up half the page.

Better yet, you could only hope this was a real advertisement and not some sort of stupid prank.

Either way, you were determined to find out today and claim this oppertunity before anyone else got the chance.

Glancing down at the print out you had made of the ad at the Library, you sighed as you kept going down the street. You had been walking all morning and were beginning to wish you had the foresight to pack a snack or a drink for your seemingly endless sojourn for this supposed place.

There was no picture put onto the advertisement, even a proper description of the place would've been nice, and finding a direct address wasn't exactly a piece of cake to you.

Nonetheless, you kept going. Stopping at every house you passed in hopes to spot a matching address; finding nothing but different numbers and barking dogs tethered in yards.

With every different number meeting your eyes, the possibility of this just being a fake ad just kept growing and growing in your mind.

You were even starting to consider just giving up entirely when, at last, there it was. "292" the numbers were bolted to the front porch, the 9 starting to tilt to one side.

It seemed nice enough. The lawn was well kept, the walkway however looked as if it needed to be redone. The building was a sunbleached blue, probably a nice clean periwinkle once upon a time, but now leaning a tad white and staring to flake. The place was definitely in need of a touch up.

This was the place, now if someone was Home to even just talk to you about this ad that would be great.

You gathered up the courage to leave the sidewalk and start up the overgrown walkway, the wood of the porch whined under your feet as you stepped onto it. A couple of chairs, a book carelessly left behind in one, a little cage sat all by its lonesome in the far corner, and a big unmissable stain (probably coffee) caught your eye on the wood.

The word "Pillarmen" was scrawled on the name card over the mail slot of the front door.

A strange surname, you had never heard of it before, but it must've been safe to assume that it belonged to someone here. Presumably one of the men who had made this advertisement in the first place.

With only a moments hesitation, clutching the print-out in hand, you reached out and rapped on the door hard with your knuckles, then stood back and waited.

Silence... You took the opportunity to fix your appearance slightly, suddenly becoming a little self-conscious, smoothing out your shirt before clasping your hands behind your back neatly and putting on your best smile.

First impressions were important, most especially a first impression made at the door after all.

There came the sounds of voices, too muffled for you to hear through the walls, followed closely by the unmistakable thundering of footsteps coming closer and closer from within.

Finally, the door flung open.

You felt your eyes go a little wide, the smile drained from your face as you craned your neck back slightly to meet the gaze of the very tall and very muscular dark-skinned man that now stood before you.

Belatedly, as your eyes followed the droplets of water that were dripping off him, trickling down every inch of his muscular body and pooling at his feet, you realized he was practically naked; clutching only a fluffy white towel around his waist.

The towel didn't look nearly as fluffy and white as his hair, however.

"Uh--" Your tongue swole in your mouth as you both found yourselves staring at one another, seemingly sharing a similar dumbfounded moment.

He blinked owlishly.

"You're not the Pizza delivery." He said matter-of-factly, breaking the tense silence that had fallen between the two of you.

Your head shook violently, broke from your sudden stupor, pulling out the slightly crumpled piece of paper out for him to see.

"Uh-- I--... N-No! I'm not-- I'm uh.... here ab-about the-- the roomate ad...?" You sputtered, the words felt as garbled as alphabet soup falling off your tongue, you felt a nervous sweat beading on your skin under your clothes as it hit you for a second time that wasn't wearing any. "Oh! If uh-- this is a bad time I-- I can come back later!"

His face lit up suddenly, eyes shimmering like sapphires. "Oh!" He cried. "I forgot about that!"

The massive man turned, calling back over his shoulder deeper into the apartment.

"Kars! There's a Human here, they saw our advert!"

You happened to be so gobsmacked, still reeling from the slight shock of the very first of your encounter, you hadn't even noticed he distinctly used the word "Human" there.

"What?!"

You couldn't see past the mans hulking figure but you could very well hear the scraping of a chair in the distance, followed by more thundering footsteps heading towards the door.

You blinked as yet another larger-than-life sized man made his appearance, pushing past the first with a frown. The both of them looked almost comically squashed where they stood taking up the whole doorway.

This man was just as tall and as muscular as the first. His skin was like ivory, framed by dark cloth wrapped from his neck to the top of his head with only a tuft of deep purple hair dangling precariously out over his pointed nose.

More importantly, very much unlike the first, this one was fully clothed.

Clad in a dress shirt that matched his hair, slightly unbuttoned to just give you a peak of the buldging muscles he had underneath and the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, neatly pressed black dress pants and house shoes.

Kars blinked in surprise as he caught sight of you at last, eyes scanning over you. He honestly hadn't expected someone to come to their door about the advertisement they had put out so quickly, they had only put it out less than a day ago.

If anything, by the way it had turned out, he was surprised someone responded to it at all.

"Please, come in." Kars told you, making his best attempt to save this lousy first impression.

His surprised look was short-lived, turning sharp as he directed it onto Esidisi. The other man smiled sheepishly, turning and retreat back to the bathroom to finish his shower without the pizza he had left it for...

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☆Previously...☆

Kars hummed, reading over the advert for a 4th time with pursed lips.

He had listed all the necessary information about them and the living situation and even put down a few requirements to set the bar for any Human who would happen to want to apply.

However, even with the ground rules set, it still just seemed a little too bare to him.

"Hmm," Kars peered over his shoulder towards the living room doorway; he swore he could hear more of the crunching of the flaming hot cheetos Esidisi was enjoying rather than the actual program he was watching. "Is there anything specific you would like to add to this before I post it?"

"Shay they mush be cute!" came the reply though a mouthful of spicy junkfood. Kars could only hope he wasn't getting crumbs all over the couch again, not to mention getting too handsy with the T.V remote eating those things...

"That isn't what qualifies as a 'requirement', Esidisi..." he sighed.

The other swallowed, now blessed with the ability to speak much clearer; the crinkling of the cheeto bag hit Kars' ears next.

"Well excuse me for having standards." He heard his oldest companion grumble, drowned out by the crunch of more food.

Wamuu's head peered out of the kitchen, the pie he was just about to place in the oven cradled in oven-mit hands. He had decided to try his hand at fudge pie this time, having mastered apple so quickly.

"It would be nice if the Human were a Warrior as well," he said, disappearing from Kars' sight again as he went back into the kitchen, carrying the pie to the awaiting oven. "Or perhaps if they were interested in going to the Gym or baking as I do..."

Kars sighed, "Wamuu, I understand you would like someone to train with but this--"

"The Human must not be loud."

The Pillarman practically jumped out of his chair, the tiniest yelp escaping his lips as he swiveled his head to find none other than Santana looming over him. The sheet lines imprinted in the others face indicated he had just arisen from a deep sleep; most likely venturing out of his cave and into the kitchen to see what Wamuu was up to.

Even after thousands of years, he still couldn't get used to the youngest Pillarman sneaking up on him.

It probably didn't even count as "sneaking" anyways as Santana was just so naturally quiet he just happened to go unnoticed until he spoke up.

Kars opened his mouth to make an attempt to speak again, only to be cut off one more time as Esidisi finally made his own appearance; leaning over the purple-haired man to see the advert in the works.

"See, this is all wrong." Esidisi told him, frowning at the screen. "This is too formal! If we're going to get someone at all, we need to grab their attention somehow. Here, I'll fix it!"

The other practically clamored over him, cheeto bag tucked under arm as he reached over to type on the computer, deleting the majority of the title Kars had written out and already replacing it with one of his own creation.

Kars belatedly realized the others' hands were still coated in hot cheeto crumbs, smudging the keys of his pristine computer with imprints of red and orange as he typed away.

"Esidisi, stop this at once!" He commanded, trying to push him at arms length, only to be met with a hand pushing back and smooshing against his face. The smell of spicy cheese flavoring hit his nostrils, only fueling his fire. "This is my work computer! I'm the one writing this advertisement!"

Santana merely stood back, watching the two elder Pillarmen fight over the computer in silence. Esidisi was pushed by Kars into the keyboard a handful of times before their focus was solely on one another and no longer the ad.

"Get your grubby hands off me!" Kars growled as the other straddled him in the chair, his face now smudged like his keyboard. They kept pushing on one another, a clumsy slap war already underway, obscenities and curses getting mangled as they argued back and forth.

"You never let me--"

"I told you that--"

"I wanna do it! Just let me--"

Santana peered down at the computer curiously, uninterested in watching the display before him any longer.

The red-head typed out his own request before picking up the device and carrying it to the kitchen for Wamuu to see and whatever he wished; Santana ignored the sound of two bodies toppeling out of the chair and hitting the floor as he left.

Kars didn't even get to see the ad (or rather; the remainder of what qualified as an advert) before it was posted online by Santana.

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Blemished Silk | Chapter Thirteen - Friends in Very Low Places

Chapter Index

Arthur Morgan x f!OC

Mature Rating - 2.1k Words

Chapter Tags: Arthur POV, Canon Divergence

Summary: Josiah offers Arthur a business oppertunity.

Scarlett Meadows, April 1899

Arthur kept low whilst he fiddled with the lockbox, attempting to push every pin as quickly as possible. Not that the warbling from the side of the stagecoach helped. He didn’t dislike opera, but whatever god awful sound that woman was making was something else.

Keep her singing Josiah, he thought as the last pin clicked into place with a clink, as the springs gently opened the lid. Picking through the contents, there was a decent haul, a few hundred at least, as Arthur unceremoniously shoved the goods into his satchel. He crept away as quietly as he had arrived, not once alerting the dumb witted drivers.

As he crept off, he heard Josiah exclaim some nonsense in Italian, hopefully putting an end to the noise. He crept behind a fallen log, its bark bleached from lying out in the sun, as he heard the exchange continue - although he was too far away to make out the words. Josiah, in his expected fashion, flourished his hands as he helped the woman back into the coach, closing the door behind her.

After the stagecoach has drawn off down the road, Arthur meandered towards Trelawney.

‘Nicely done, Arthur! A little finesse for once,’ the Englishman chimed, grinning broadly.

‘It was easy,’ Arthur shrugged, digging into the satchel to retrieve the loot, ‘you did all the work,’ he said, meaning it, for he could still hear the ringing of the woman’s voice in his ears.

‘Team work, my dear boy. Team work!’

The acting never really does end with this fool, Arthur thought to himself, handing over half of the stash. It wasn’t much, only about two, maybe two fifty dollars — not enough to live on forever, certainly not enough to retire and move to Tahiti. But it would keep him going until they found another job or met someone who needed his services again, which Arthur doubted would take very long.

‘It seems that after today’s little excursion,’ Josiah continued, ‘you have become much more acquainted with the upper class of society.’ He grinned, giving Arthur a playful tap on the shoulder.

Arthur just grunted. It wasn’t funny, but he never really found Trelawney all that amusing.

‘I’ve had enough of that for one day,’ Arthur commented and he whistled for his horse, who came trotting out of the treeline.

Josiah smiled indulgently before taking up his reins. The Englishman then mounted his own steed, toying with the side of his moustache.

‘Hmm, that is a shame indeed,’ he commented, as he looked around him, turning back towards Arthur, looking troubled yet thoughtful.

Arthur stared at the man. He had known Josiah for long enough now to know he was unpredictable. Not in the same way as the others, but enough so Arthur wouldn’t bet on anything he was about to say.

Montague nuzzled at his arm, no doubt after another oatcake, as the horse nipped lightly at his shirt.

‘You see, I have a bit of a personal predicament,’ Josiah continued, his eyes focusing somewhere far off into the distance. His tone became less jovial as he spoke again. ‘You may have noticed that the other day at camp, I was somewhat... erratic.’

Arthur snorted. Erratic was always a mild word he used to describe Trelawney.

‘But what happened, you ask? I shall tell you, dear boy,’ Josiah reached for his horse’s reins, pulling him to the grass verge, away from the dirt track. ‘You see, the attempted robbery on the estate in Scarlett Meadows is in actual fact an estate that belongs to my dear, sweet niece.’

The words hung in the air. What he was on about, Arthur couldn’t say. He didn’t even know the man had a niece.

‘What?�� Arthur asked incredulously. After all these years of playing along with Josiah’s schemes, he knew better than to question the crazy man, but he didn’t like where this was going.

‘Thankfully, it was all dealt with rather swiftly, but you see, the poor thing is understandably very shaken,’ Josiah said, ‘and I am, too, Arthur. I sincerely am. She is very precious to me.’

‘Where is this going, Josiah?’ Athur said curtly, growing impatient with the man’s usual doddering. Arthur, too, mounted, placing his foot in the stirrup and throwing his leg over the horse with ease.

‘Amelia needs protection—’

‘And she ain’t got nobody,’ Arthur finished.

Trelawney nodded slowly, apparently pleased by the answer.

‘Yes, well, we are quite close, as you can imagine,’ he said, his face lighting up.

Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose, not liking a single word that had come out of Josiah’s foolish mouth. Frowning, the outlaw wondered why he should give a damn, but Josiah was a part of their outfit, and loyalty meant something.

‘You brought this up with Dutch?’ Arthur asked, not wanting to start taking jobs this big. ‘We’ve got enough going on, Josiah.’

‘I am well aware, my friend. However, this is good money, money that will come from the business, of course. It’s legitimate and relatively easy cash for you all.’

Arthur sighed, unclipping his satchel and rummaged around until he found an oatcake. Leaning forwards, he fed it to Montague, who took it gladly whilst Arthur patted his neck idly.

‘Look, I ain’t in the business of keeping things from Dutch. You speak with him, I do what I’m told. You know how this works.’ Arthur was growing more and more impatient as he watched Josiah, who held a serious expression on his face, for once.

‘Of course! I can also assure you that I have no interest in being devious with you,’ Josiah said, ‘but I want you to be directly involved, Arthur. You’ll be compensated well, but I want it to be someone I trust.’

‘Right,’ Arthur scoffed, ‘And not someone like Micah, I assume?’

Josiah turned to look at him and waggled his finger.

‘No, no, not Micah. That’s not what I mean. And besides, he would kill anyone in his way. This job requires stealth, cunning, and above all, discretion. Someone who knows the ropes, someone with experience.’

Arthur snorted, finding a cigarette from his pocket as he put it between his lips.

‘I ain’t sure what stories you been reading, Trelawney,’ Arthur said, lighting up his smoke, ‘But protecting rich girls ain’t in my accomplishments. Besides, why don’t you just get the law involved?’

Blowing out the smoke, Arthur lent forward onto the saddle horn, eyeing Josiah from underneath the brim of his hat. He was no moron when it came to reading between the lines, but why Josiah was coming to him with this at all, he hadn’t quite worked out. But if his niece had a legitimate operation, he didn’t see any good reason to get caught up in this. Whatever this was, anyway.

Josiah’s horse gave a few taps of annoyance as it kicked at the dirt.

‘Oh, Arthur, you have seen the kind of people we deal with, the kinds of men that lurk in those woods,’ Josiah replied, pointing to the trees behind then, ‘the Sheriff is a drunk and quite frankly, knowing my niece if I don’t get the help in she will be forced to turn to... other avenues.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Arthur grunted as he fiddled with his cigarette.

‘She’s a strong-minded woman. I wouldn’t want her hand to be forced into a position where she feels the need to involve a certain detective agency.’

Arthur eyed the man. He wasn’t wrong by that account. The further away he and all the others were away from the Pinkertons, the better. They’d been lucky thus far, but he doubted that luck would hold forever. Yet still, he didn’t see how this would come back to the gang, even if they did get involved.

He shrugged as his eyes narrowed into the distance, trying to work out the plan. All he knew was he didn’t like this one bit, and when Arthur’s gut had something to say, it was usually right.

‘Now why would the Pinkertons come sniffing around us, because your rich niece got robbed or whatever,’ Arthur said, growing quite exhausted by the whole conversation.

‘My name is on quite a few of the business agreements, dear boy,’ Josiah said. ‘I do not know that they will, but I feel it’s best to not take any chances.’

Arthur gave a heavy sigh, finished the last of his smoke as he flicked the end into the dirt track.

‘So, you’re asking me to play bodyguard,’ Arthur laughed to himself, ‘for some rich girl?’

‘Now you’re catching on!’ Josiah squawked as he took up his reins.

‘Look, I’ll speak with Dutch, but that’s all I’m promising,’ Arthur commented as he hoisted himself into his saddle.

Josiah nods appreciatively, though not without a sly chuckle.

‘I expect nothing less, Arthur Morgan. I will be back at camp in a week’s time.’

As Josiah turned his horse onto wherever he was off to next as Arthur shook his head. That goddamn slippery bastard.

When Arthur arrived back at camp, it was surprisingly sparse and quiet. Quite an unusual scene for what he had been accustomed to. No squabbling from Karen and Ms Grimshaw, no Micah making a nuisance of himself.

The only sound was the creak of leather as he swung his leg over the horse’s back. He tied the reins of Montague to one of the pegs near the corral, giving the beast a light pat before he walked towards the ledger, noting the day’s haul.

He’d barely finished writing down the last zero before Dutch stomped his way over, putting a firm hand on his shoulder.

‘Arthur! A successful day, I see?’ the older man said, his black moustache twitching in delight.

‘’Bout as good as any,’ Arthur replied, placing the money and a set of pearl earrings in the box. ‘Trelawney’s got another job for us.’

‘Smile then, Arthur,’ Dutch’s deep voice boomed, ‘come tell me about this job.’

Arthur followed him to his tent, the soft melodic tunes of Wagner humming from the gramophone as Dutch picked up his half finished drink.

‘What is this job then, son? If it’s Josiah, I’m sure there’s good money in it for us,’ Dutch said, sitting on the folded out chair.

‘So he says. It’s... personal,’ Arthur commented, as he tucked his thumbs into his gun belt and leant against the tent post.

‘That ain’t no excuse for a job,’ Dutch said, setting aside the glass with a clink. ‘What’s the story?’

‘It’s his niece. Some gang tried to rob her estate. Says she’s all shaken up. Wants to pay us for looking after her or some shit, all legitimate.’

Arthur told him the rest, about the Pinkertons, Trelawney’s damn begging. Hopefully, it was enough to put Dutch off. But the gang leader held his gaze, thoughtful but unreadable. They stayed in silence for sometime as Arthur, as usual, waited for his lead as the only thing Arthur heard was the sound of classical music and the sounds of the surrounding woods.

‘Well,’ Dutch began slowly, sipping his whiskey, ‘I’m not keen on this, but Trelawney is one of ours - for the most part and it’s money.’

Arthur snorted, kicking his boot at the ground beneath him.

‘I get that, Dutch,’ Arthur said, ‘but we got enough trouble as it is.’ He gestured with his arm as he stood up straight.

‘Have some faith, Arthur!’ Dutch commanded, although not unkindly, ‘a legal job, a comfortable estate, nice hot food. It’ll be a nice reward for you.’

Arthur tried to not roll his eyes, but Dutch did always have a way of spinning things.

‘All I’m saying is that we could use a little peace and quiet,’ Dutch continued, scratching his jaw, ‘and I know you ain’t too fond of those two. Besides, you never know what might happen with the law involved.’

‘I know, I know,’ Arthur scoffed with a sigh. ‘What’s the plan, then?’

‘When Josiah graces us with his presence, go up there, see what the situation is. Take Hosea with you. Make it all very professional, like you’re a private contractor.’ Dutch pulled out a cigar, lighting and puffing at the fat end up until it glowed a bright orange. ‘I can’t imagine this niece of his would be welcoming of some wanted folks turning up at her doorstep.’

Arthur chuckled, a sight that would be. Knowing Josiah, she was probably under the impression he was some famous opera singer in Italy. Would explain his foolish performance earlier.

‘Alright,’ Arthur said, ‘Suppose we’ll wait on that fool. Leave it with me, Dutch.’ Turning around, Arthur left the tent, walking over to his own and sitting down on his cot.

Removing his shoes, he took out his journal from the satchel. Might as well keep himself occupied with that while he had a moment’s peace.

[considermygenderminecrafted]

Thanks for introducing me to apple and I love your takes, it's really interesting and pleasant to read :) (also I had no idea for Phil but also I've seen people trying to explain how bad of a parent he is and how all the drama with Wilbur is his fault, same with Fundy, so it's nice to find someone who doesn't see Phil as a monster parent :) )

Firstly! Thank you very much! I'm glad you enjoy your time here, it's coming to my attention that it might be worth just like, explaining why I don't think Phil is a terrible father in a post from the ground up, at some point

Secondly! This is a *Great* excuse to talk about some blogs i like, in general these gear towards having largely similar opinions to me, most of them post analysis and engage with the lore deeply. Full disclosure I know these people outside of just engaging on Tumblr as well i met most of them via discord servers. Excuse the neotism /j

Here they are:

@blockgamepirate the chances of people following me but not em is slim to none but i will never not take the oppertunity to sing eir praises. Generally just dead fun to scroll through eir blog. They also post hermitcraft which is a Win in my books.

@petre-talks-minecraft - general dsmp blog @petre-chose-violence for the Spicey takes and less coddling asgjkd.

@call-me-apple for general and @apple-but-sour for the spicey takes (specially bout dream and l'manburg)

@butchpuffy really interesting takes and the only person i trust to give me the updates as to what in fuck is happening with puffy, bad, ponk, ant and others. Also reblogs great art

@ranboo5 - Again more interesting takes! It especially has like interesting and critical takes about fandom as a whole but also bangin shit posting.

@felinedetached My fav "person who I somehow agree with on most things and also we have like extensive debates on a regular basis". Runs the blog @anarchistniki which is a Banger

Man there are so many more blog to rec but these are the ones of the top of my head that I like. They give me ideas which are fun to enage with, in the way you, i assume, find with apple. Most of these people are not exclusively analysis peeps either, its a good mix of content.

[thorinthehottotty]

Peach Fuzz - Fíli Drabble

A/N: It's Fíli Friday, I need to get uo in an hour for work and I've spent an hour trying to get back to sleep. Figured I'd give one of the babies some more attention.

Summary: Fíli teases you about being hairless and you inform him you are very much not so. When he doesn't believe him, you decide to prove it and he's shocked by how soft your skin is.

Warnings: Fluff

"Kíli, what's the matter?" I ask him when he's uncharacteristically quiet. I scoot my bed roll closer. No one's asleep yet. It's the after dinner time that everyone tells stories.

"Nothing," he offers, unconvincingly.

"He's just mad because Nori mentioned his beard. He'll pout for days." Fíli explains, despite his slightly teasing tone, I hear the note of seriousness in it. He nudges his brother gently.

"What about your beard?" I ask, turning fully to the absolute baby. He turns his chocolate pools to me and I think I feel the breaking of my heart at the insecurity there. It makes rage fill my belly and I push up to knee, rolling up my sleeves. "You tell me right now. I'll straighten this out."

Kíli cracks a weak smile. "I don't really have one. He called me beardless."

"Sweet pea," I coo softly, leaning forward to cup his face gently. Fíli blinks in surprise at the fond action. I don't catch the wave of jealousy. "Let me take a look. I see stubble all across your face... No patches missing, so it's nice and even. Even your mustache connects with the rest. It's not long, but it looks pretty full to me. Hardly beardless if you ask me." Kíli's eyes sparkle at my words, filled with hope and his cheeks take a pink hue to them.

"I'm surprised someone as hairless as you can point out features in a beard," Fíli jokes, lounging across his own bedroll.

"I'm not an elf, I have hair, dammit."

"Where? I don't see a beard." His eyes glitter mischevious. I'm hardly offended by it. He's just trying to raise his brothers spirits a bit more by teasing me.

"Women don't usually have typical 'beards', in your terms." This sparks actual intrest in there eyes. "I know a lot of women who have sideburns and mustaches they try to hide." This makes both boys drop their jaws.

"Hide them! Why on earth!?" Kíli demands.

"Our culture can be pretty harsh at times. A lot of women feel pressured to shave as much of their body hair as possible because it's concidered unattractive to a lot of men." My explination has them gaping, angry looking.

"You're kidding!"

"Nope. We've developed a lot of different ways to remove hair in my world."

"You don't have to!" Fíli gasps.

"Have to what?"

"Shave for us." I frown, confused. I hadn't shaved in weeks. It was a bit strange.

"I...I haven't. Not in a weeks. It's a bit odd, won't lie." He frowns back, so does Kíli.

"Then where is all this body hair?" He demands. I crack a grin at him.

"It's all blonde, Fí. Most of it's peach fuzz."

"Peach fuzz?" He repeats.

"Yeah, kind of like baby hair. Thin and soft. You have to look close. Look at my arm!" I push it towards him and he smirks, lifting an amused eyebrow at me. He takes my outstretched arm in his hands and leans down, tilting his head in surprise.

"Mahal damn me, there is a bit."

"That's the longer stuff. I'm literally covered in hair. Even my face. You might be able to see it if you back it with the fire." I shift my tunic off my shoulder and move in between the fire. The brothers lean closer and we've picked up attention from many of the others who are watching in amusement.

"Those are the smallest hairs I've ever seen! They're invisible!" Kíli gapes. It makes me grin and laugh at him.

"Exactly!"

"What's the point of shaving it if you can't see it?" Fíli asks.

"I don't shave my shoulders. Not really my arms either. Just really where the hair is coarser. Legs, under arms... That sort of thing." They exchange glances. "What?"

"Really, Nina. You shouldn't shave for these standards." Fíli's worried face makes me snort.

"Pft. The only one who sees it is me. I shave because of how it feels, not to look pretty." This shocks them both. In fact it shocks most of the company. There is a moment of silence before they begin to roar in protest. "Calm down! I'll explain!" I laugh, turning toward everyone as they reluctantly stop their hollars of horror.

"Now, like I said, I don't shave for other people, I shave for me. It's pretty common where I'm from. Some women shave their legs, underarms, arms, groin, any thing below the head is free game. Even bellies. I am incredibly fair haired already so I don't have the same stress that a lot of women with darker hair do, in fact I have a low amount compaired to most women." I explain, this has them sitting forward eagerly. Pulling at the leg of my pants has them looking a bit uncomfortable but the brothers eagerly lean in. "See, even my leg hair is patchy."

"That's so strange. I've never seen that."

"You said its been weeks? That's longer than weeks."

"I think men have faster growing hair then you guys. Give me another month and it'll be grown back in." Fíli squints at the leg then shrugs.

"Anyway, I like to shave, given the oppertunity!" I announce. "Since this hair is coarser than the rest it feels a bit strange. When I shave it smooths the skin out and makes them soft and shiny. That's pretty much it." I feel the judgement off a select few who obviously find that to to be the dumbest reason alive to possibly do that.

"You're saying you shave to make yourself soft?" Fíli asks, not quite comprehending.

"Do you wanna feel?" I offer.

"Alright." I reach for the back of my (Fíli's) tunic and drag it up, making both boys gape.

"It's just my back. Besides, it's for educational purposes." I grin, dragging it over my head. My front is still covered but the flesh of my back and the straps of my bar are exposed completely. I peak back when they hesitate.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, it's fine!" I laugh. Finally, I feel a hand, warm to the touch, brush over my back. Then a second one.

"Incredible! Your skin is so soft!" Kíli gapes with excitement. Now the other dwarves are leaning in, curious. It makes me beam. They had their hair, I had my skin.

"So you only shave your legs?" Ori asks.

"My legs and underarms are usually it."

"What else do you shave?" Bofur asks. I give an awkward chuckle.

"Uhh... How do I..." It's hard to find a term when I have Fíli still softly stroking my back with his thumbs.

Dwalin's eyes widen and he glances down the front of himself. "How!?" He demands loudly. The shock of his reaction has me in tears. I cover my mouth as I find myself rolling into the crown prince laughing. He apparently had sat up and scooted directly behind me.

"It's not easy!" I call through my laughter. Horror filled the faces of those around us. "We have specific razors and shaving products to help prevent nicks and razor burns. Plus there are other ways too, waxing it is popular." I explain when they all cringe away. Fíli's hands have moved to my shoulders, gently stroking the skin benieth my tunic. I flash him a grin.

"Do you like it?"

"Can't say I'd ever try it."

"Not waxing, you dingus. My skin." He blinks in surprise, his cheeks flushing a bit.

"It's very nice. So soft." He nearly whispered the last part.

"Good, keep going, your hands are warm."

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Ice box Yandere Shoto ❄️

Chapter One.

Part One

A/N. This is my first try at Yandere writing and i felt like Shoto would be a good fit for it. Thank you for reading! (All parts can be found under the Icebox tag!)

You were watching the news on TV in youre dorm. it was a interview with youre favorite Hero, Shoto. You loved him more than anything, his posters all over the walls and his merch scattered on the desk . You even told yourself that this was the same dorm he used when he went to UA. You wanted to meet him and tell him how much you looked up to him and wanted to be a Hero just like him.

“Is it true you will be in the park later in the day to meet fans?” Asked the reportor.

Shoto turned to the camera with a smile. “Yes, id love to meet all of you , maybe we can get dinner together”

The reportor blushed and so did you. Quickly you turned around going to youre desk picking up a planner . “If.. i leave now i could make it to the park by the time it starts. “. You set the planner down getting up and putting on youre shoes. Quietly you opened the door to not see anyone nearby except for a teacher. Aizawa turned seeing you and waved lazilly.

“Hey, Y/N, going somewhere?”

“Uh.. yeah i wanted to go to the park.”

“Hm.. okay. No using youre quirk unless you really need to.”

“Okay!! Ill be back-“

“Are you going to the Shoto Meet and Greet?”

“Oh yes.. uh i am”

“Y/N, be careful. A lot of people will be at that”

“I will Sensei!”

You hurried past the tired teacher and out the door making youre way to the sidewalk to the park. It was going to take a half hour to get to the park and you could grab a crepe on the way.

You passed a bunch of girls while you walked and overheard them talking about how excited they were to meet Shoto and how they would do anything to get to have dinner with him. They were dressed .. a little revealing and you still had the UA uniform on. Was the uniform a little silly? Was it to much? Should you go back and change clothes? You did not want to miss this oppertunity. .. It should be okay you thought. You saw the crepe stand coming into view now and went over getting in line .

The man in front of you had on a black coat with a matching hat, he was quite tall too. He seemed very laid back when he was ordering. The salesmen handed him the crepe and he turned to leave seeing you. Youre eyes widened when you saw his face , his red and white hair and his blue eye. He smiled at you moving to the side turning back to the salesmen.

“I’ll pay for their order too. “ he put money on the cart . You fumbled youre words trying to explain he did not need to do that but he just smiled handing you the crepe and motioning you to the side. You followed him blindly , unaware of where he was actually leading you. It was near a alleyway when he stopped and turned to you again.

“Thank you!!! I ... i dont know what to say! I admire you so much!!! I want to be just like you! ”

“Oh thats so sweet.. im flattered , whats youre name?”

“Y/N.. heh”

“Oh thats a lovely name.. i like the UA uniform too, what year are you in?”

“Uh.. my third . “ you took a nervouse bite out of the crepe and a small smirk came across Shoto’s face.

“ so tell me about youre quirk, i bet its interesting”

“Oh its uh.. “ you started to feel a little dizzy. You rubbed youre eyes and Shoto gently moved some hair from youre face making youre cheeks flush red.”uh.. its just i can make ice cubes and throw them... “.

Shoto laughed making ice in his hand and holding it to youre face , “thats pretty neat, almost similar to my quirk in a way.”

“Yeah.. heh..” you leaned on the wall looking around , everything was blurry.

“Are you okay Y/N? You seem... tired” he leaned down cupping youre cheek .

“ yes i... i guess i took training to seriously today”

“ oh.. you should not do that Y/N, who do you have for a teacher?”

“Uhm.. Mr.Aizawa.” Youre eyes started to close and youre body was slumping.

Shoto caught you chuckling. “Oh my.. maybe you are tired. Aizawa is a hard teacher, lets get you...home”

You woke up cold, freezing even. The room was a small little bunker it looked like. Nothing was in the room, no windows, no desk, no lamp. The only light was coming from a hanging celing buld swinging slightly . You spotted a vent on the top of a wall but it was to high up to reach.. you rubbed youre head trying to get up, youre legs wobbling and numb. What happened...? You held youreself rubbing youre arms . “I ... where am i? Was i kidnapped? Its cold.. really cold.. calm down.. remember the training..” you went over to a wall rubbing youre hand on it and knocking in various places, nothing sounded hollow to you. It all felt like cement. You turned around spotting a door running to it grabbing the handle trying to open it. The door did not budge at all from youre side.,

“Hello?!? Is anybody out there?!? Ive been kidnapped!!!” You yelled banging on the door. .. No answer. You looked down putting youre hands together to form a large ice cube . “Ughn... please work” You lifted up the ice cube getting ready to hit the door , you heard a click and saw the door open as soon as you were about to hit it . Shoto smiled putting his hand on the ice cube melting it .

“Y/N? What are you doing? You could have hurt youreself.” He stepped in closing the door locking it.

“Shoto!!! I think someone kidnapped me! We have to get out of here!”

Shoto smiled removing his hat and coat letting it fall to the floor , his adjusted his black turtleneck looking around the room. “Well the AC is working”

“ what... i.. Shoto.!!”

He walked past you checking over the room , making sure nothing was damnaged . He looked up at the vent then back at you. You ran over tugging his arm trying to drag him to the door again.

“Y/N? Whats wrong?”

“We have to get out of here!!! We need to contact the Pros! “

“But.. Y/N i am a Pro. “ he smirked down at you stroking youre cheek. “Arent you a fan of mine? Admire me?”

“Yes Shoto! I.. i really like you and think youre really cool. “

“Then what are you aftaid of ?”

“I dont know where i am ! I need to get home.. or the dorms. I need to contact Mr. Aizawa..”

His right side started to show and his smile turned into a scowl. You held yourself taking a step back. The heat from his quirk felt nice but...

“Aizawa.. he never believed in me , told me my fire side was .. monsterous .” He stepped to you . “No one at that damn school believed in me!!!!”

You screamed turning to run only for him to grab youre arm yanking you to him holding you close. Your back to him , he held you securely with one arm. You whined trying to break free , digging youre nails in his arm. He laughed yanking you close and holding his other hand to youre face , a flame sitting in the middle of it.

“Shh... Y/N its okay. Im here. Youre safe here okay? I wont let anyone hurt you Y/N .”

What was going on?!? Was this really Shoto? The Hero you wanted to be like?!? The Hero you admired more than anyone?!?

“Shoto..!!! I dont understand.. please lets get out of here! “

He held his hand closer to youre face quieting you down. He smiled letting the flame go out and hugging you very tightly.

“Its going to be alright okay? Dont you see? Im saving you . Im saving you from UA, that school will only hurt you, and tell you youre quirk is useless.” He squeezed youre struggling body. “ i will keep you safe , youre quirk... is amazing. I’ll help you with it! We could make it even stronger!!!” He squeezed youre arm while he talked , leaving small bruises.

“Dont worry Y/N, everything is going to be okay. Because im here okay?”

You were confused and freezing . Nothing made sense and you were alone with someone who you thought was youre Hero.

Meanwhile in the outside world, Aizawa was waiting outside the dorms. Waiting for his student to return.

[cloudoclock]

Second Week Truths and Doubts

Hello everyone! I hope you've had an okay week and if you haven't thats okay, you at least made it to the weekend. I've come back to check in with Week 2 of Year 13 and essentially rant about life.

Relationships - This week was rough. Although there weren't any big changes to my relationship, or changes that I necessarily needed to share on the entertainment, I did a lot of reflections. I had to ask myself what I was offering in every relationship I'm in, since I've been developing an odd sense of reality recently- more on that later. There were 3 things I found I did but really disliked: harmul self-loathing speech, dependancy and detatchment. My main issue was number one because a lot of the time I make self-depreciating jokes and I've only just started to realise that it can have a bad effect on those arounnd me because its not nice hearing someone you love consistently say such things.

Work and study - The work has been piling on and I'm started to get a little exhausted with keeping up. At week 2 that shouldn't really be happening, but I guess I could put it up to having an early schedule and I don't know ... going to a school 5 days a week during a pandemic. I've been starting to face my deep anxieties and began looking for a job, since everyone I know has been forcing it on me and making me feel like a lazy oaf. My use of free periods also needs discipline but I guess its not essential

Future thinking - University is very closely approaching and I think I'm on track to having a successful application.If you didn't know, my dream is to study Interior Design and persue a job in a city firm. My 5 choices at the moment are UAL, Middlesex London, UCA Canturbury, London Met and Bristol UWE. I have monthly doubts that I'm good enough for the industry but I make sure that I don't limit myself. Also, random note but I'm gonna relearn Chinese :)

Mental helath - I've definitley been struggling more than I let on and have not opened up unless I was telling a joke ... oops. However, this weeks amazing saving grace was The Black Flamingo by David Atta. One of my biggest changes to make into the new academic year was finding an axtual hobby that wasn't online. My school has a reservation system because of COVID and I took the oppertunity to find new books. I managed to finish it in a day and I totally loved it consuming my free time.

Weekly Epic Manifestation - This week I'm gonna manifest more confidence in my realtionships with teachers. I've been struggeling to even look them in the eye and I've done my fair share of ruminating over class contributions. I will conquer my negative thoughts and interact with my teachers more. This is the last time I'll be able to just go see a teacher so freely.

That's all for this week! Please feel free to check out my instagram for some of my school outfits this week. I hope you have a great day/evening or night and I love you random person <3

[coolingdownanddrawing]

heres some idea’s for redesigns along with some bulletpoints on what I was thinking for story stuff involving remaking the series

Im having trouble reading off the screenshots so Im gonna write it out under the cut along with probably adding some ideas or expanding on the bullet lists (future me here: I wrote a Lot)

Sam Manson:

-Rich Activist, meaning she’s kinda blind to some troubles going on or doesnt full understand how others are doing financially, along with being raised in a house with people who arnt exactly empathetic and more focused on appearances then worker rights, sam can come off as shallow to others doing activist work.

 it could be a really interesting character arc for her to realize some of the things going on outside of her school and plants that she can help with, along with dealing with that sense of helplessness she feels at being to normal to help anyone she expresses in the show.

-Goth, but cheery? One thing i noticed in the show is how overall cheerful sam can come off while toting goth ideal’s, which may be a part of why she isnt shown to have many goth friends with them seeing her more as a poser becouse their teenagers and teenager Be like that sometimes.

 It’s not a problem in my book but it could be fun to see tucker or danny question it when in goth spaces and sam basically saying the truth that you dont have to be miserable to enjoy dark subject matter. maybe with tucker and danny getting a small interest in some of the “lesser” goth stuff sam introduces to them.

-fights everyone, becouse teenager with boundless energy and Ghosts attacking all the time. sam didnt fight much in the original series and thats a shame.

-facinated by ghost, becouse duh

-I was kinda thinking of her and tucker being introduced by them competing for class president, becouse that seem’s like a position both would be interested in and it be more interesting then having tucker face dash

Tucker Foley

-Likes to influence others is a general statment, but its true tucker likes to be involved in other peoples lives and generally have his oppinion affect people in possitive (or negative) ways. he likes seeing that his involvment matters and he suffers when people ignore him or take his oppinions for granted and id love to see stuff centered around this trait

-level 1 leader/planner, sorta connected to the influencing people thing I think tucker really would thrive in leadership roles that danny just isnt suited to handling, big mobs of people and sam on his side and he is a force to be recond with. Tucker thrives in getting big groups of people to side with him esspecially since technology profficientcy isnt a sign of weakness in this day and age. 

plus him working on his public speaking lines up with his motivation of wanting to be attactive to ladies. 

also Having him working on public speaking stuff and general people person scenario’s gives a lot of reason for the group to interact with the A listers in a less hostile scenario

-tech god I guess, becouse tucker foley

Dan Phantom

-Incarnation of discomfort being the unintentional (At least the first time) fusion of a stubborn 14 year old and his crazy 40 year old father figure with very different morals and oppinions makes existing very, very akward for dan, but great comedy fodder!

-dan is able to have legs or a ghostly tail whenever he pleases unlike vlad or danny, becouse I figured it be a good way to make fights more interesting and their fighting styles different becouse I want more vlad involvement and having  them be extra different types of ghosts makes watching either of them fight much more interesting

-wishes to not exist, esspecially in the presense of either danny or vlads love interests becouse WOW thats akward

-WAAAAY more powerful then danny and vlad, partially becouse making dan a final everything is going to hell desperate final action for danny and vlad would make dan’s appearances more interesting but also becouse of difference’s about vlad plasmius and danny phantom I will talk about when I get to them. 

Dan Discomfort Masters

-“Vlad’s nephew” becouse if you’re meeting this guy stuff has gone horrible wrong on the de-fusing front  and he needs a reason to be in either fenton on masters house hold to get whatever he needs to fix the ghost catcher 

- big ol liar pant’s, partially becouse danny and vlad are Huge Liars but also becouse of the whole, I need shit to stop existing 

-Trying to keep it together becouse he’s probably made to interact with people vlad and danny have Opinions On and honestly he cant decide if he wants to viciously prank jack at every oppertunity or punch himself for thinking of being mean to jack, among other such mixed feelings.

Vlad Masters

-Certified genius due to a number of thing’s including his obession, and becouse being smarter then jack makes him happy and if jack ever expressed interest in a subject He Must Be Better, he might not be trying to kill jack becouse he doesnt want to deal with a ghost hunter ghost for who knows how long but he wont be lesser then jack in ANYTHING.

-fruitloop, still has some backwards logic and morals such as having valarie become a ghost hunter to offer a sparring buddy to danny and whats a better motive to shoot at someone then they ruined their life right but he’s generally such a over the top bird brain trying to show off to everyone that fruitloop is the only description he can be given.

-less evil is a Big Thing, he’s still objectively not a very good man but I want him and danny working together and sharing a roof on the weekends but that means not shooting first and asking questions later on site, so a less evil vlad is needed, plus it just generally makes there interactions more fun and less dangerous which is what im going for, since walker can take over a lot of vlads antagonist role in the story plus danny and vlad making agreements to get stuff out of eachother sounds like a hell of a lot of fun, i liked eye for and eye vlad sue me.

- as a side not I want vlad to be a lot less physically fit and practiced with doing things as a human, seeing him as a man who lords his power over others when he can he prefers relaxing and working as plasmius more then masters, which affects his health and serves a purpose in story for a lesson id like made after watching phantom planet last night

Vlad Plasmius

-loving guardian in that he really, really does want to be a good father and mentor figure to danny even if their relationship is rocky due to long standing lies he’s been feeding him and how tight a grip vlad has on his familys financial health. as well as the whole snatching partial costody as soon as costudy was called into question after dannys accident (Ill get to that) vlad’s babysat in the past for the fenton which is part of it, along with his desire to be better at jack in every aspect.

-great implorer, in which he likes to get minions when he can and usually only grumbles if his minions already have plans when he calls for them, pays great by ghost zone and human standards and usually offers a full health plan, though skulkers case that full health plans is for when he gets his head up his ass and thinks he can actually get either danny or vlads pelt, one of skulkers suits is on vlads lab wall with a nice hole where its face should be as a reminder to those who cross him.

-only legs,  meaning he uses 100% more kicks and ground based attacks then danny and can kick below the bet where danny cant, this plus his fire core making him have to get creative lest he burn his surroundings to the ground has him fighting in a very different way to danny, along with his 20 years of experience. vlad tends to fight ghosts with less reason to leave the ghost zone, and invading lairs to get what he wants, leading to more serious encounters then what danny faces in the begining.

-loves dramatics, becouse vlad plasmius everybody he’s a cookyier villian here

-less evil and more ruthless and efficient to those who get in his way, that arnt who percieves as family 

-Plasmius’s obsession is teaching people lessons, in all the good and horrible ways that can imply. halfa’s have more broad and less restrictive obsessions then other ghosts which makes them more dangerous and able to ammas power.

Danny Fenton

-Fenton works heir, which is played up a lot more in this with vlad backing his family and giving them chances to disgrace themselves on public telivision and get shamed out of wherever their currently living, leading them on a series of moves throughout dannys life before amity park show off their inventions to the world! Since Jazz aggressively refused the role it fell on danny and he actually takes it pretty seriously, believing as a little bab in ghosts and being convinced of their evil from a young age by his parents which you can only imagine does great things for him when he becomes a halfa and learns unkie vlad is one as well.

-has been haunted by the creepy ghost boy title his whole like due to his situation and the fact he is usually made to assist in showing off his parents weapons publicly as a apprentice ghost hunter, one such invention was the fenton portal that had a wire loose during the presentation, when he went in and put it back the doors automatically shut him in and jack and maddie didnt notice he was in there still until the screaming started, this led to some public outcry over weather jack and maddie are fit to raise kids and vlad swooping in for partial costudy of both fenton children “to ease the masses, and besides he’s basically helped raise them anyway whats garenteed weekends at one of vlads places going to do?”  it was a sucky situation.

-bad reputation due to general protectiveness of his parents along with terrible social skills, along with his new trouble of hiding and controlling emerging ghost powers.He doesnt leave a initial good impression on sam and tucker when he first meets them as fenton, and people tend to avoid him to keep away from his parents wierdness anyhow.

-is less good in the traditional sense but wants to keep people safe and happy if he can help it, though its argueable if thats simply a manifestation of his obsession or if its just becouse he’s a sweet kid, once he gets it into his head that ghosts arnt always evil he tries really hard to be nice to ghost too and even tries to save them from his parents when he can. putting his neck out for them.

Danny Phantom

-just wants a lair is a shorthand for wanting to just experience regular ghost things when he’s going ghost, he’s less inclined to fight every ghost he see’s unless their actively hurting people and tries to talk them down, not wanting his afterlife filled with enemies when he officially keels over. 

he has big dreams for a super cool lair of his own that are explored upon the one time he’s split apart by the ghost catcher, mostly becouse phantom rips the  door to his room from its hinges and zooms into the ghost zone as soon as he’s out, found aimlessly wondering helplessly looking for the PERFECT location to start building. he tends to day dream about the lair of his dreams in class.

-no leg’s leading to more air combat and trying to immobalize people with his tail, usually fighting fairly though with his moments of cheap shots in partiicularly deadly battles,, he usually fights people like johnny 13 who mess with people then he does generally harmless ghosts like box ghost in the begining, plus with his in development abilities that include a versatile ice core his fights are more strategy  then sheer beat down or creative weapon making (or heating whatever metal the ghost is wearing to the point of insanity) 

Danny also has this little problem where he “died” in a anti ghost hazmat suit made of stuff to weaken and harm a ghost who comes in contact with jack and maddies little boy and it means its harder on him to access his powers, taking more energy to do things that most ghost would find easy like intangibilty and invisibility, which is a major problem for him esspecially at first, danny’s only made aware of this though vlads help and their working on a way to trick the hazmat suit into changing material with what danny was wearing under the suit, since its being difficult with changing on dannys command, he can put stuff over and under the suit but the suit itself is hard to make budge.  the outfit shown above is after danny learns how to at least add stuff over it with vlads help.

dan does not have problem’s with the material of his costume making him have access to all dannys abilities easily, along with vlads experience and power and dannys creative thinking dan gets the nickname of the ultimate enemy with good reason

- Loves exploring, esspecially the ghost zone its so interesting and full of enteraining characters and the food is Amazing at least in ghost form and vlad’s show him some pretty incredible places in the zone when they agree to work together in the sense of vlad stealing madde and jacks thermoses at the end of fenton fights and danny helping him spelunk in the ghost zone,  its a guilty pleasure to be able to show sam and tucker around when they become friends, natural portals are a tempation danny has a hard time ignoring when he see’s one, much to his loved ones annoyance.  wolf is a terrible enablr of a friend.

- due to his obession with proving himself (its the wording i go with now i might change it to something like control or being loved) danny tends to want people to like him and seeing a opertunity to get them to like him sorta throws him off balance and out of fight mode, usually leading to him cuddling up to them, in phantom form dannys a great cuddler. take caution though he’s been known to trick enemys into thinking he’s gone out of fight mode and either shove them into the nearest portal/thurmos or later freezing them where they stand.  dannys terrible with crowds, esspecially crowds of people who dont like him he freezeses up.

Danny to-tired-to-function (school and not working with parents danny)

-cant wait to to graduate, with no plans to go to college becouse he’s not paying for more hell

-is really in a bad place socially and mentally in the begining, but will become a lot happier once he befriends sam and tucker, though before that he tends to do some pretty desperate and embarrasing things to get attention and has a problem with letting people drag him into trouble on the promise of friendship.

Danny’s Chore’s list:

-deadly laundry with ectoplasm contaminated laundry machines to content with

-helping whoever wants to cook, cook, or being in charge of dinner most nights unless someone else wants to cook (breakfast is jazz’s job, maddie and jack are gently discouraged from cooking, jazz and danny usually or use to just grab take out for lunch if they had time)

-cleaning the lab

-dishes with ecto contaminated dishwasher are always a little dangerous damn appliances and their wills to reak havoc, jazz likes to help make sure it doesnt hurt anyone since its more dangerous then the laundry machines

-assembling weapons with parents for the vault, or incase of a huge ghost invasion so everyone has a chance at a weapon, danny usually just assembles the less dangerous stuff that doesnt require a lot of welding

-general house maintense, vacuuming and window cleaning while jazz mops and dusts 

-jazz cleans the weapons vault after learning dannys secret becouse its a lot less dangerous for her then for him and hes infinitly grateful

AND DONE thats some of my thoughts on what could be done with a re design of the characters and story beats listed, im tired of writing now but enjoyed getting this out

[whosxafraid]

holy christmas dudes....has it really been two years already? i mean i feel like it was yesterday i hesitantly made this blog without any real hope anyone would want to interact with this over sized old man but needing to make the blog anyway because the fecker wouldn’t be quiet---but here we are...and just damn.

Ｇｉｖｅａｗａｙ Ｇｕｉｄｅｌｉｎｅｓ：

Give away begins: now - 03/25/19 Give away ends : 6:00pm EST - 03/29/19

1. One like/re-blog per blog.

 I get really turned around and easily confused so please make this  easier on me and only either re-blog the post or like the post.   But only do either one once.          

2. Must be following Luka and be an RP blog in order to participate.

Please don’t just follow to participate in the giveaway, okay? I can’t control you following and then un-following but its super   rude and just karma’s a bitch okay?

3. I need a week or so to get the prizes out after the giveaway ends.

 Bare with me. I keep my promises it just takes me time.

4. Winners will be chosen using the random number generator. Keeps everything nice and fair :)

5. If you are a multi-muse and win, please be prepared to chose one of your muses for icons made.

6. If you win and your muse’s fc is not well known or has little screen time, please be prepared to help me out if I can’t find suitable resources on my own for graphics/icons/etc.

7. If you win and you have a favorite picture or resource(aka movie/episode/etc) in which your muse’s fc is portrayed please feel free to let me know!

8. If you win please be prepared to provide a primary color and/or scheme you would like the graphics/icons to have.

ＰＲＩＺＥＳ:

1st Place: 1 promo graphic, 1 set of Online/Offline/Lurking/Drafts banners, 25 [200x100] icons, psd and watermarked with your chosen letter(s).

2nd Place: 1 promo graphic and 25 [200x100] icons, psd and watermarked with your chosen letter(s). .

3rd Place: 1 promo graphic

                                                    ƓƠƠƊ ԼƲƇƘ!

follow forever beneath the cut

@brooklynislandgirl / @tarnishedhalo / @quothesquills

yes hi i love you always? lol thank you for being my partner is so many fictional crimes. for being a like minded cray like me but also constantly teaching me and bettering me as a person literally every day. i love how we can finish each other sentences sometimes, and are so alike and then completely different so we end up seeing more angles to things. you can put me in tears one second and then rip my soul out the next. i like u, ur a good. so ur kinda stuck with me. stay you cuz otherwise im gonna be feckin lost. 

@morgansmornings

also yes hello is this thing on? I LOVE YOU. yer a fecking gem of a human being and while u may not need me too i will go to war with my bat swinging for u always. you make me laugh when i wanna cry and always are an ear when i need to vent. i love ur imagination and ur brain and i can not gush enough about how amazing ur muse is. its takes someone extraordinary to make someone extraordinary. and your muse is extraordinary. remember that if nothing else. besties always cuz im keeping u sorry not sorry.

@seanceisms / @umbrellakidstm / @wolventm / @scciopath

fucking beautiful human being you are okay. i love you always and i will follow you across any blog you ever make. and that sounded way less stalkerish in my head but whatever you get it. u can’t escape me LOL. always an ear and always a joy to talk to even when we’re doing nothing but trading pictures or headcanons or screaming about stupidity we find or murdering each other with feels. 

@riggsanity

my dude ur a fecking treasure. ur humor is sharp and i love that. your amazing at your hobby and i love every reply i get from you. i love that we can have conversations that stretch over hours because we both get distracted or get busy but we always know where we’re at.  ur fantastic and im blessed to have met you.

@mynameisanakin

there are too many inside jokes and not enough time to list them all. this is a friendship that i fucking love and never wanna lose. ur unique and ur a fecking trip and i LOVE that about you. the sometimes brutal honesty is refreshing to say the least, and i can not word how much i love our thread and our future plots. stay golden like the sand in our Jamaican no fig capes. ;)

@the-blackest-spider

holy balls dude like how long have we known each other at this point? i cant even remember. all i know is i love u and i know we dont talk as much as we used too but i love that we can pick up right where we left off when we do and there’s not a beat missed. ur brilliant and will always ALWAYS be ‘my natasha’. 

@tabbyrp and  @corinnebaileyrp

you two are gifts okay. always have something kind to say to me. always checking on me when my ooc posts get a little weird and sideways. (more than usual anyway). i love both of you and i love our plots and threads. every single one. -throws cookies at both with exuberance- 

@thor-theavengergod

one of my closest dudes.i miss ur thor so much. but im glad we can stay connected on discord. ur artwork is GLORIOUS and always a joy to see pop up on my dash. you’re always an ear and never afraid to say what you think. and that’s really rare in this day and age. Keep being amazing my dude. u shine and it shows!

@bettershotthanbucky | @edithbarton / @hitslikeatruck / @mutatiiions

okay but like world of an au and plot we built i love it. you dudes are fucking beautiful and will always be my bartons(and wolverine/Piotr/and the rest). always. we dont always talk or are in each others day to day but when we do it’s always a riot. you guys are my dudes, dudes. never ever ever ever forget that. i’ll always be here for u dudes. whenever u need me and i know u’ll be the same for me cuz that’s just how ride or die dudes roll. -all the hugs-

@daggermxchanic

man let me talk about how fucking great it is to get to write luka with someone close to where he’s from even if it’s not the same time frame. Its amazing. I love your muse and i love the oppertunities he gives me to explore other facets of luka. Two grumpy old men never gets old and i LOVE ALL OF IT. ur a fucking amazing and don’t let no body tell u different my dude. ur classic.

@deathisachoice

okay we interact more on my pirate blog but fuck it i do what i want. im so glad u were able to finish ur thesis. im glad its behind u and that weight has been lifted. im super excited to get to talk to u more again and make awesome plots for our pirates (and maybe here too). either way ur writing is amazing and so are u. always a joy to talk to and write with!!

@ruthlessmeans / @mockeryofreason

okay but i love u alot. and i wish i could bat away all the bad that’s been happening as of late. just teach it a lesson so it fucks off permanently. but as i cant all i can do is offer cookies and remind u ur loved. i admire the decidcation that u have to ur muses. i love how u think through every angle and facet of them. that speaks volumes about u as a person. keep ur chin up my dude. ur silver lining is coming.

@canadianclaws

not so much rp’ing anymore but we stay in touch over discord and u literally NEVER fail to make me laugh even when i don’t want too or i’m feeling like something four days dead. i absolutely adore u and our friendship and i love that we can just drop funny fucking shit in our chat at random hours on any given day and its no big ya know? JUST LOVE U A LOT -tackle squishes-

@cochetsharpshooter

one of my best dudes and a fucking peach too boot. always uplifting and always the best gifs. years of jokes lbr and no enough angst and time in the day to write it all every probably. u are my bucky, always and forever. never lose ur wonder and ur drive my dude. ur inspiring. truly.

@ronmanmob

a gift with words right here. dedication to your muse on a level i’ve never seen. its phenomenal. always good vibes to talk to, always up beat. its honestly wonderful that we’re mutuals. always love reading your rps and ur blog is general is epic. keep it up. ur a gem.

@noprodigalson

life has gotten busy for u. taken u in different directions and that’s just something that happens. that’s life. but getting to see u pop up on my dash now and then. little updates and fashion drops it warms me up. ur style sense is amazing and so is ur hair. (yes i still want those pants). ur a beautiful human and hopefully life will let u get back to ur hobby here real soon. all my love my dude!

To all my of my followers: 

you all brilliant lights in the world, in your own ways. Never, ever, EVER forget that. you are amazing. you are all special. to me and the other people in your lives that mean the most. stay frosty. and KEEP WRITING. ALWAYS KEEP WRITING. NO MATTER WHAT. NO MATTER THE TRIALS. KEEP WRITING!!  because remember there was a time when the world thought Van Gogh wasn’t worth anything at all and now he’s a house hold name even little kids know who he is. 

BE BRAVE

BE CREATIVE

BE YOU NO MATTER WHAT

-Crow

[konvenient-pop]

Okay, so, here comes an annoying post about me being annoyed

With the topic of Jenny and Kai

To start this off right, I want to begin with by saying this is not a hate post at all. In actuality I am an EXO-L, and particularly a huge fan of Kai/Nini despite this blog not representing that. I have a lot of respect for him as a person first and foremost, as well as in his career as an idol. Although my respect isn't reflected with Jennie personally, as I deliberately refused to hop on the Blackpink bandwagon for the sake of preserving an original opinion after a few years of watching over their comebacks to make the decision of draining my life energy for another group, I still have respect for her as an idol. No matter what I will have at least a basic respect for the people choosing to enter this career, since we all know what that means longterm. Or at least most of us who have made the mistake(?) of spiraling into the darker side of this industry.

But at the risk of sounding pretentious or scaring people for no reason, returning to my original point, I don't know jack shit about Jennie. Well, beside basic surface level information or personality overviews from Weekly Idol or what have you. Again, all surface level. For now I am fine with that, she seems cool and honestly like a genuinely straightforward person in terms of setting up her goals. Or at least that's the picture I've crafted in my head after having listened to her on old G-Draon's tracks, as she was probably offered the oppertunity and had enough sense/drive to take it. So, okay, cool. She's cool, Jongin is Jongin and as a couple they are whatever.

Whatever being cool, cool being something I can go 'Oh?' at with raised eyebrows and move on with my damn life. Or as I failed to name it, basically sonething of minimal interest. Now, let's pause. So, I have no problem with this couple, so why the hell am I even bothering with this post? Well, that's because it's goddamn annoying to see all the 'I came here for JenKai' or otherwise judgmental comments on YouTube. To vent, why the hell can't people just be indifferent to things they have no knowledge over? Like, sure, you know one of the two and can say 'Well he/she is such and such trait, but I don't know about him/her', but why badmouth? This is my problem. This is what annoys me.

As far as I'm concerned at this point there's no point in judging these couples anymore, because again for the nth fucking time we do not actually know these people we dedicate our lives to. Sure, you can claim otherwise since we get years of interviews and yeaes of reality shows and years of behind the scenes videos and what the fuck ever, but let's be serious here. We aren't their friends, we aren't their family. What we get is what they chose to show. Of course most idols tend be genuine in terms of trying to show their honest personality or giving factual information, but at the end of the day it's just a video. One video, one clip, one moment in time that does not dictate their entire personality, struggle, interests, or life. That's something I often see people in this fandom forgetting and honestly at this stage of stanning cancel my subscription if we can't be logical about relationship reveals.

That's not to say most fans haven't been. In fact so far I've seen quite the opposite with mostly support, which is cool and something that I'm not use to but thank the gods for it. But there are still some you know what's here and there. They're really not that bothersome in terms of overall big picture whatever, since they are just words on my computer or phone I can click off of and will likely drown in a sea of support. Still, I just want to vent and ramble and maybe point out something that we all already knew for the sake of a friendly(-ish?) reminder. And for that to happen, I too will attempt honesty.

Being real, my first reaction was mostly worry and (negitively concentrated) confusion. Worry for fan reaction over actual puppy Nini. Confusion because how the hell did that happen and why would they get together? It took about half the day, but then I finally used my good sense to reroute my thoughts back to that very important fact. I don't know them. As people, or as a couple. I don't know their everday lives. I, nor you reading, have any right to judge if they are good for one another or not. No matter if opposites actually attract or similar people enter similar love, it is not up to me to decide for them based off what I think I know even if I do want them to be together. I have no right, nor actual authority to do so especially being just a fan. All in all, I am not in this relationship. Neither are you and this applies to you and every other fan out there.

So, basically that's just to say people enter relationships at their own will, as their own people most of the time with knowledge of who their partner is as a person, and it's never any of our business beyond the basic level of having an objevtive opinion that shouldn't affect them (*COUGH COUGH* sending hate messages or death threats *COUGH COUGH*) because we are lucky they even decide to share any of this shit with us. Does that make any sense? Don't know, don't care, I refuse to go reread and edit this just to sound nice. Why? Because I'm probably deleting this, as long as I don't forget. Why? Because I honestly just wanted to talk about how annoying it's going to be reading those 'Jennie get your man'/'Jennie's boyfriend this'/'Kai and Jenny that' and etc type comments over the next few months, but this ended up turning into a whole thing.

But yeah, I find that shit annoying. Mostly because it almost belittles idols, degrading them to only face value in a way because they are 'only' recognized for who they date. It is annoying with them and it was annoying with Bora and Feeldog. And I love these people too much to watch that. Though, of course, I know it is not done in offense. People just like couples and are excited love still exists in the world for their precious idols, I know. I get it. I just hate having to look at an idol and think of their current or past significant other. Feels like I'm doing them a disservice, espscially when they started out as just their original selves that I spent YEARS getting to know but suddently I don't feel like I know them anymore as just that. Their pure, individual selves.

I don't know. My bitch ass is dramatic like this and usually I would never speak on this because I want K-pop to just be good fun despite its dark secrets, questionable concepts, and unfavorable features, but sometimes certain shit just gets annoying. And then I feel the need to rant for months before ranting to non K-pop friends or making a whole post no one asked for. In any case, since we're enjoying a rare rant post specifically centered around couples in the industry, might as well give my opinion on the few funny thing that came out of this.

With the outing of Kai's newest relationship, I can finally say seeing my idols date doesn't feel weird anymore. Usually I would get weeks of a weird mourning type feeling, despite knowing and accepting I won't be with my idols romantically. Which, by the way, I actually prefer since I am gross thank you very much. But like, its just a feeling I usually have. Kind of mourning what can't be, kind of fearing how someone knows a part of them I don't. Yeah, I know it is gross and weird, but again to remibd you I spent years draining life energy just to feel like I 'know' and to feel 'close' to these people so logically its the emotional connection (and lowkey emotional dependence), which is why I always feel I can understand when fans say they get sad or cry once idols start marrying or whatever. But, thank the gods, lately said feelings have been coming and going quicker. I assume its due to most of my idols getting older now and my actually wanting them to find love and create their happy ever afters if possible, especially with most of them wanting to get married and actually wanting kids unlike myself.

Like recently, recently for me being years ago sorry, with both UKISS's Dongwo and Eli having to marry in secret and revealing their sons to the world helped really set those new type of support feels in place for me. Going back and knowing who wants what, I now want themselve to achieve these things. Be it love, a family, or simply something new and/or outside of their idol career (quick cringey magical support hwaiting to my not actual husband Bang Yongguk), I want for them to want these things and to continue wanting normal things. Why? Because they are, hopefully you guessed it, normal human beings. Outside of all the glits and glamour of being an idol, representing their home, and trying too damn hard for fans, they are just people.

As it always goes and as cheesy as it probably sounds by now, just people like you and me. People who want things and feel they need to achieve or have certain things to live a fulfilled life or feel accomplished in life before they die. So, yeah, there ya go. My support got some type of Pokemon upgrade ('Idol's Dreams' I chose you?) and I am annoyed because I can't stop my brain from being reminded of other people in the face of my idols. Rip individuality I guess, until that dies down. Anyway, back to your scrolling. I don't know why this ended being so long.

P.S.: As for the rest of those few funny things (1) I am still salty over the treatment and reaction of Baekhyun/Taehyeon and Kai/Krystal by fans (also dramatic and emotionally leave Krystal alone), (2) Hyuna/E'Dawn, despite being great and hopefully a love revolution that will be real I do think they also handled that situation poorly as far as business goes but I do love and support both in case anyone cared, (3) quick claps for the recent emotional growth of K-pop fans tbh as far as relstionships so far, and (4) for whatevet reason I wasn't expecting people to drag my girl Krystal into this. Usually I'm on top of my game with guessing and predicting, but bless her for the next few (hopefully just) weeks. Being the ex is always annoying as fuck.

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School dating website

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[jemreboot]

Ok this is super long but this is something I came up with for the comic aka The Bombers

The Bombers

The Bombers who are referenced to have been in the battle of the bands from the beginning and ended up as a runner from it first appear as an opening act for the Stingers but it turns out oh noes! they have gotten really good in the time since then. Much like the Holograms are to the Misfits, they end up in a feud with the Stingers when their lead singer insults them over a minor issue. Thus beginning more drama for all three other major bands 

some more facts 

I made them Stingers rivals because I always wanted them to have a true blood rival .

They don’t have stage names like most of the Holograms.

They are the most co-ed band.

Their lead singer can sing higher notes than anyone else in the series (high C).

Also their bassist is the only charecter who is engaged or has a kid.

Only male drummer or guitarist.

Profiles (Main band I also have a groupie charecter but they will be done later)

Name: Amy Ibanez

Lead singer 

age 24

height 5′7

ethnicity:Bolivian and African American.

from Bakersfield California 

Amy today is known for her diva and sore loser antics but she was not always this way. Born to a Bolivian father and American mother as a child she was quite shy. However she had quite a evident talent for music at an early age. In high school she was a member of the schools singing group despite being a backround member to the favored member of the group who always sang lead (is  evantually she left the group becoming much more assertive probably a little too much so. In her early twenties, she began what became The Bombers.

facts

Highest vocal range in the series.

More subdued than Pizzazz actually unless her ego with winning gets in the way,

Her and Minx hate each other so much they always have to be kept apart.

Did gymnastics when she was younger and still watches it professionally all the time .

Leon Kazuo

Age:22

Height 

5′8

ethnicity: Japanese

from Cincinatti Ohio (I have to have at least one charecter from Ohio)

One of the more subdueded members of the band, and the second to join, Leon had always been playing guitar since he was younger  but only recently started playing it professionally. He is also insanely good at tennis to the point where no one else on the band will play him (it might also have to do with them accidentally getting hit in the face with the ball a few times, with at one point him hitting even Roxy with it, it didnt end well)

He is the second charecter to be transgender (FTM) but is not too open about it due to some negative backlash to it (including his best childhood friend rejecting him) he evantually does become good friends with Blaze.

facts 

I’ve changed his dealing with his being trans a few times since I was afraid it came across as too insensitive 

wasnt able to transition until after high school

The Cincinatti Reds can do no wrong according to him nope none.

Also has to watch all the major tennis finals every single year.

Peri Murray

age: 23

Height 5′10

ethnicity:African-American

keyboard 

from Hartford Connecticut

Peri is the resident eccentic of the band and suprisingly, the main songwriter. she is one of the more socially awkward charecters obsessed with Godzilla and telling people about her theories of aliens being real. She is also basically joined at the hip with Casey (the drummer ) and they are quite insufferable together.

Much like a few other charecters, Peri had a not so great childhood born into a ultra wealthy family, it was made clear from the beginning that her parents love was conditional in that she was expected to be a proper heiress. Unlike Pizzazzs parents who were never around Peris were always around to keep tabs on her to make sure she stayed in line. In elementry school she discovered the keyboard and wanted to play it but her family shunned this seeing this as an improper career. In middle school she met Casey, who lived there at the time and was the first person who unconditionally accepted her and encouraged her interest in the keyboard. She ended up forming a band in secret but her parents found out and kept an even tighter leash on her .

When she was 18 she ran away from home to California with only 140 dollars to her name and was reconnected with Casey they joined a band and were evantually discovered by Amy and Leon.

Her family has essentially written her off as dead to them but she doesnt care since her band is more of a family than they ever were to her

facts 

has to be some sort of urban legand monster every year for halloween and isnt allowed to hand out candy anymore after scaring the kids.

The aloofness was partially based off Zakuro from Tokyo Mew Mew as she wlll literally walk off mid conversation sometimes.

Is not meant to be read as Autistic (before you ask i’m autistic myself) but her eccentries are more due to her never having the oppertunity to have a normal childhood.

Casey Parsons 

age 24:

height 5′11

ethnicity:White

drummer 

From Sacramento California 

Casey is notorious for being increadibly high energy people often remark that someone like him is born for the drums. Sadly he is also known for keeping people up super late within the band as well.

Even as a child, Casey was known for his high energy levels and was frequently bullied for it. He evantually met Peri who was his only friend for a while until he had to move back to Sacremento he started out as a singer but soon found out he was quite a prodigy with the drums and joined a band once reconnected with Peri.

Facts 

Yes, he is indeed meant to have ADHD. (I have it too so its partially based on experience.)

Has to see every superhero movie and no one would ever go with him to one again after he insisted on giving Fantastic 4 (and he ended up getting kicked out for heckling the charecters.)

He and Peri are so close that multiple people ask if they are dating yet.

The big male drama king of the series. (Riot doesnt scream every other word)

Gina Ercolani

Age 26

height 5′5

ethnicity: Sicilian

from Washington DC

bass guitar

The mother bear of the group despite her intimidating apperence due to her many piercings and tattoos, is one of the nicest charecters in the series. This may be due to the fact she is the only charecter to have a child, she is also the only engaged charecter being so to their current manager.

Born into a Sicilian family in a meh neighborhood, Gina first started playing the guitar when she was in 7th grade. Out of highschool she ended up fronting a band and met her now fiance .

However one thing led to another and she ended up getting pregnant despite being only 22 at the time she decided to keep them with her leaving the band temporarly to do so. Unfourtuntatly, she leaves the band once she realizes they are treating her differently for having a child while not being married.

for a while her and her husband and child have to live in a one room apartment while raising money to move to LA. Leon ends up being the one to discover her while she is performing at a bar 

facts 

Is pretty much the only one who can get Amy to shut up.

One of the few charecters who just want the bands to get along and is nice to everyone.

However she is truly terrifying if you try to hurt her band or child .(ESPECIALLY her child)

Feodor Yefmin

Age 23

height 5′9

Ethnicity: Russian-American

Can play guitar but is really their graphic designer.

Originally from Yakutsk,  Sakha Republic, Russia but spent most of his life in Fairbanks, Alaska.

Feodor despite being able to sub in for guitar, and being in a band in the past his real talent lies in graphic design for the band.

Born in the SIberian city of Yakutsk (the coldest city in the world)he and his family emigrated to Fairbanks Alaska when he was two. Growing up he showed an interest in both art ,and music and showed promise in each. After graduating high school he went to LA to study graphic design and had a band on the side. He was then discovered yet it was the art ability which really convinced the Bombers to recruit him.

He is also increadibly annoyed by the fact Riot is apprentaly in love with him like your “charisma” is not impressing me, go away.

facts 

Is not a main part of the band but is such an important part I had to do a profile.

Is the first gay male in the series.

Very posessive of his laptop (thinks everyone is going to delete his stuff)

Also the first person that doesn’t fall for Riots flirting (although Jem is relieved he at least likes someone else)

May seem like Techrat but is much more socially open then him. (and he genuinally does care about the band quite deeply actually.)

Apologies for any grammer errors,I tried my best to look over and be as accurate as possible it's just hard for me to read and see them sometimes.

[championfroggy4]

January 30, 2018

Well, it's the quater past 1 am and I am absolutely exhausted. I'm so stressed out of my mind and I can't seem to find my grip on reality. I subjected myself to take the AVA exam, which is on March 1. And then on Febuary 26, my report for Tiger Lilly must be done. Of course, I am not concerned for either. I'm well prepared and I'm not fooling around. It would be a miracle to be a certified vet assistant. I think I will actually take my dad's advice about Europe. I really want to be a Vet and own my own practice.

Not much work on my novel. I've been busting my ass with school. Catt might have given me a job oppertunity at this Eclipse gym in the meantime. They need someone to watch the kids on the weekends. I think we bonded a bit, Catt and I. She's a very loving girl. And our conversations are not so .. one sided. I like her. We've been hanging out and doing some fitness together. Tommorow, I'm having some waxing done with her. It's nice.

I haven't messaged all my friends back because I've been so busy that I can't make the time to see everyone. It's stressful, and doing this amount of work with physical pain is worse. I went to the doctors 5 times these past two months. I think the medicine bill has gotten higher than our house electrical. I always worry that they will hate me and turn against me for not being available, but then again.. I remembered, I'm hated already.

As for Jordan, well. I don't know what's going to happen to us. The most probable thing that might happen to us is that we drift apart. This is an immense amount of work. I had no idea what Alex was going through. But, I rather get my degree than work with Hannah at Bottle King anyday.. I can do so much better than that! I know It!

I feel like sometimes I'm always the centerpiece of death and destruction. It's as if life is ripping me apart. I'm just tired of being in the center of the 'worst case sinario'. Prime example, Allie - our teachers favorite dog died. Of course, Janette and I were on shift and I never seen my teacher look so upset. She didn't even want to look at it. I saw the bulldog get it's paw print. I could not explain the feeling of that lifeless animal. I only met it once when Allie brought him in for the tour of the hospital.. but sometimes my luck.. of course, I'm in the middle of this. I should have expected that. It's me.

The dog looked like a carcass. You could shake the table and it would wiggle with its fur still intact. I think the strange thing was that even though the dog had died, I could still imagine it with a beating pulse. I can see her lungs expand and her snout of a nose sneeze and that tongue smack against her lips. She was dead, but she was alive. The more I watched the technicians stamp her paw on paper with all sad distressed and seriously suprised faces, I felt tears streaming. This is the true fate to reality. I'm not much of a fate believer, but if there was one thing that was definate.. it was death.

I excused myself to the bathroom. I wanted to do something nice. So I gathered all the externs to get her chocolates, sign a card and even make a donation to a pitbull organization. People have been messaging me non stop. Emails.. I even messaged Alex. Even though I do my best to be there for people, I still feel like they hate me. I think it's because I don't know how to handle emotions. I never could. I'm a very cold person now. I can't describe how irritatingly stupid I am. I wouldn't be suprised if Jordan dumped me because of that.

I stared death in the eye many times. I stared knee deep and was almost killed 5 times in the summer. I know it sounds exaggerated, but it's not. It's not fate that kept me alive. It was knowledge. I feel as though I'm standing alone in this world, hoping, that the chaos in my universe will die down. It doesn't. No, it just keeps intensifying. And.. what exactly am I hoping to achieve while I have this time on earth.. why do I feel like I'm all alone when I have a nice group of friends now? Why do I not, feel good enough?

I never really had friends as a kid. This would be no different from the elementary playground. Everyone made fun of me and pushed me and kicked me, but I knew I always loved them. Why do I expect differently?!

It's just a stupid hope.