#ok well i guess this is very mild spoilers

[fluffycatgirl]

what a pose,,

[licorice-tea]

The Way Things Go

Pairing: Kaku x reader

Content: strawhat reader, kaku calls reader “miss”, mild smut/ implied smut, sexual innuendoes and things, huge spoilers for water 7 and enies lobby!!!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: probably 2-3 more parts after this one… but idk yet… he’s so sleazy actually and i’m OBSESSED. anyway hope you enjoy! oh and if you want to be on the taglist (for this one or any other fics of mine) i have a post about it linked on my pinned!

Part 1

As promised, you meet Kaku in the small harbor where the Straw Hats hid the Going Merry when you all first arrived to Water 7 earlier that day. He’s already there when you arrive, and praises the craftsmanship of the ship from a distance. You answer all his questions about the ship- or as many as you’re able to, at least. Which brings about the question of “Who takes care of the damages?” so you have to explain how you haven’t really been able to get any repairs as long as you’ve all had her.

The two of you board the Going Merry, only to find Zoro “sleeping.” He cracks an eye open as the two of you walk by and almost says something to Kaku, who’s a stranger to the swordsman, then sees you and simply shrugs before dozing off once more.

Kaku observes certain parts of the ship, like the mast and even the floorboards, eventually having assessed nearly every area of the deck. Then he asks you to show him below deck, which you do, and give him a tour of the various rooms. He mainly just checks out the port windows and things like that, until you’ve gone through every room in the lower levels- well, all except one. When you reach the end of a particular hall and then turn back without letting him in to the room behind you, he points and asks, “And what might that room be?”

“Oh, that’s just my room.”

“Ah… I’d hate to intrude but, I do need to see all of the ship.” He doesn’t. He already knows this vessel is past the point of no return- it’s a miracle it’s even floating on the water right now. However, Kaku doesn’t want to tell you that quite yet. He’d hate to disappoint you and…. ruin his chances. Plus, he’s a little very curious to see what your room is like.

“… Um, just give me a second then, ok?” You excuse yourself into your room, and begin tidying up at a shocking speed. It’s already pretty neat actually, but you still go around the entire room making sure nothing is out of place. Once you’re sure there’s nothing lying about that shouldn’t be, you open the door to find him leaning in the frame. “Sorry about that, you can come in now.”

“No need to apologize, miss y/n. Kaku slips past you into your room- “Gosh, what a treat!” he thinks. Like this little glimpse into your private space is really a view of your mind, too. He makes his way over to the port window in slow strides, taking the opportunity to look at all of your little trinkets and decorations.

“Nice place you’ve got here.”

“Thanks… I don’t usually bring guys straight to my room on a first date.” You mean it as a joke, but he takes it in full stride.

“Oh yeah? I guess I should count myself lucky then.”

“I… mhm.”

Kaku laughs, “So, maybe I’ll get extra lucky later on. “

“Sorry?”

“Don’t be.” He looks over at you, pausing his inspection of the port window and how stable (?) it is. “Just joshing you, miss, I should be the one apologizing for my… crude joke.”

You shrug and mumble under your breath, “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Oh?” He walks closer, trapping you in the space between your bed and the wall and himself. It’s barely enough room for one person to stand in if they’re perpendicular to your bed, since it’s just a narrow space. (You have a sort of rational fear of waking up to water leaking through the wall and straight onto you and your sheets, so pushing the bed out a bit was a natural solution.) “Not a bad idea, or not a bad joke?”

“Not a bad-“

He cuts you off with his lips on yours, it waiting to hear your reply. Kaku wants you, and he knows he won’t get much time with you between everything that’s about to go down with CP9 (unbeknownst to you.) It’s sudden, and already quite deep right off the bat. His head is tilted more than a person usually would tilt their head upon entering a kiss to compensate for the length of his nose, but he’s anything but embarrassed- so long as it brings him closer to you and faster, it’s worth the strain on his neck. You would giggle if you weren’t so caught off guard by how he seems to overtake all your senses in mere moments. As proof of the shock to your system, the immediate closeness of the kiss leads you to open your lips in a slight gasp. Kaku sighs contentedly before sucking at your bottom lip, and you to hum in surprise. His hands find their place on the small of your back, and the tips of his fingers travel up and down your spine. You accept him, letting him continue sucking and smothering your lips with his while throwing your arms around his neck. It’s all happening very fast- but you like it.

After a few moments he pulls away, breathing heavily with a thin line of saliva still connecting your lips to his. He swipes it away by brushing his thumb over your lips, and wiping it off on the side of his pants (though still holding around your back with one hand.)

“What-“

“I hope you’ll excuse my-“ he pauses due to his panting, “rushing into things.”

“Y-yeah it’s fine, I was just…” his lips ghost over yours once more, so close you can feel his breath fanning over your skin. “Surprised.”

This time, you’re the one to close the distance and tighten your arms around his shoulders. There’s an underlying sense of need, somewhere deep within you, that hadn’t been there when you’d first walked onto the ship. No, it was his actions and words- the way he looked at you now with such a want in his eyes- that caused this. Of course, you’d already been attracted to him, but you certainly wouldn’t have been the one to make the first move like he had so early on. Yet here you are, making out with a man you just met earlier in the day.

But then you feel his knee slotting itself between your legs, and whine before you come to your senses. You push down his thigh, “We can’t.”

“Mmph- why not?”

“I just met you.”

He chuckles, though it’s more evident in the shake of his shoulders than any audible laughter. “That would be a mighty fine reason.”

“Yeah… I- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, y/n. Is it ok if I just call you that?”

You smile and nod. Two seconds ago his tongue was in your mouth, now he’s asking for permission to drop formalities- funny guy.

“Well, y/n, I don’t know how long you’ll be in town for, nor how busy I’ll be with work. I want to make the most of this time together.”

Kaku had known this was a bad idea from the start, in all honesty. But when Robin begged Spandam for safe passage for her crew-her friends- out of Water 7, and he’d seen your bounty poster along with the others, he was “struck by Cupid’s arrow.” And getting to meet you in person by coincidence was even better. He had fallen hard and fast, and now he wanted to keep things moving that way before you were gone from his life forever.

However, in fear of making you uncomfortable, he pulls away. Kaku makes it all the way to the other side of the room before you do something that surprises even yourself. You grab his wrist and walk backwards to your bed again, this time lowering yourself to sit on the plush comforter.

His hand interlocks with yours as you let yourself fall back completely. “You… are you sure, y/n?”

You nod. “I’m sure.” And, like the comedian you are, ask “Why? Do you not want to anymore?”

Kaku’s eyes roam over your body, all laid out just for him. His fingers trace your side and come to rest on your hip, giving you a gentle squeeze. “N-no, I want to. I want you.”

With the hand he isn’t inadvertently pining to the bed, you draw his face closer to yours so you can kiss him again. He exhales shakily and all but climbs on top of you, slotting his knee between your legs once more.

You pray, for Zoro’s sake above deck, that he isn’t too loud a lover.

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[madamemiz]

MILD SPOILERS! impressions from the votv 0.8.1 update (day 2)

KEL WALK CYCLE REAL even if it's a bit janky. feels almost strange to see moving feet when i look down. got peakaboo'd by this character model while climbing the tower too, i didn't realize the little rectangle on his beanie is the aso logo, that's a nice touch! (if i saw that correctly that is)

i love the glasses as an equipable item, velma mode is unnecessary but funny 10/10 just like me fr

tf you mean burgers cost 95???? and pizza so expensive?? hello???

flour?? cooking?! ok now that's a fun prospect, i'm getting the cookbook as soon as i can

on that note i've heard berry bushes are a thing now, but i've yet to come across any and i've been actively looking while out and about

aww kel's tummy growls when he's hungry now, that's cute. mfer got a hell of an appetite for someone so picky. also just like me fr

they changed the eating sound and i'm sad, i liked the original ;w; it was oddly satisfying

has the vending machine always had a nice glass texture?

that's it for now, so far so good. i've seen the stuff about kerfur, as well as more farming integration. the farming bit sounds fun, as for the kerfur crafting changes:

hoo boy. i like the idea of needing to get a few more things, it makes sense in-universe. they do most of your job for you, it's fine to make the requirements a bit more difficult, but... i'm gonna level with you, the recipe i've seen and what you need to do for it seems overboard for a casual player. keyword casual. it almost feels like the difficulty spike was created with youtubers and streamers in mind--yknow, people who are professional gamers, or at the very least people who look up hacks to speedrun their kerfurs, because several of them made it seem very easy. i don't think the vast majority of people playing the game play it that way though; i didn't have omega kerfur until a couple of weeks in-game time, and i've seen a lot of people say the same or later. these changes could potentially push kerfur to closer to endgame for a good chunk of players, which seems like a bad move to me for a few reasons--

firstly, i'd imagine this change is in part to encourage players to get out of the base more instead of relying on kerfur for the hashcodes, but having an omega greatly opens up how much free time you have, which allows you more time to explore and make your base cozy. i never had time before i had them, i was too busy running around getting hashcodes and scrounging up money

secondly, late game has quite a few enemies that can instakill kerfur, which makes sending them out for codes and repairs kind of pointless. at that point you may as well keep your base kerfur as-is instead of spending the time and resources to upgrade. not to mention that one of the items requires mining in the cave which... personal note, i never found the pickaxe or stepped foot in the cave in 0.8.0, and frankly never planned to. guess i have to now!

thirdly, like... people get attached to their kerfurs. a lot of returning players i've seen discussing the update are upset they won't have their wife/husband/partner/child/roomate etc back until later in their run unless they mail them over. why would you wanna separate the players from one of their favorite aspects of the game? hell, i've contemplated mailing my 0.8.0 kerfur over not bc of the difficulty spike, but bc i feel bad leaving them behind in my old save

maybe i'm just overthinking and it won't be as bad once i do it, but i've just been puzzling over the changes. what do y'all think?? are the changes justified, or nah?

[thebestofoneshots]

hiii hello, i started reading gilded constellations a few days ago and i love it sm so far!!!! your writing really makes me feel like im in the story and that is very rare for me <33

im only on chapter 17 so im trying to avoid any spoilers but i saw the map with your fans’ countries and i just wanted to let you know that its also well loved in czech republic!!! (at least by me ;) )

very excited to keep reading your work even tho i might stop reading when voldy moldy gets too close to the lovely james, lily and harry…… i cannot deal with the heartbreak

ok love u sm, hope you’re doing well!!!!

Hey, my love! I'm happy you're enjoying GC! It's quite a binge now, isn't it?

Sometimes I check the world count on AO3 and then check books (like actual printed ones) that have a similar world count and I GASP bc... how is it possible I've written so much? Where do so many words come from?

Chapter 17 has been one of my favourites to write, hope you're having a ton of fun while reading, darling!

I don't think there are many spoilers out there in my asks, but maybe avoid some of the pictures, since those have a bit more spoilers, although they're kind of mild ᥫ᭡

In regards to Voldy getting close to the lovely Potters, I'm not sure GC will reach that point in time, the original idea was for it to end somewhere along the 1980s (after they finish school), but at the same time, with how invested I am now, I'm considering writing more, like a book 2 sort of deal if that makes sense?

But I totally get you, I also do not want to deal with the heartbreak bc bro I'd have to write it and I swear writing the reader being upset actually makes me feel upset ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა (and that's from someone that enjoys writing the drama).

I guess only time will tell for now...

Read Gilded Constellations

[rottenbrainstuff]

BG3 - Fuck Gortash

Mild spoilers:

I took a little break from playing after binging a whole bunch, which I think is good - it’s not as good to do everything in a rush. Need time to savour it. I’m almost done now and I have to make these last moments count. I have very little left to do now - just Gortash, then House of Hope, and then the final battle, and that’s it! That’s all. I’ve been doing this run for six months now and I am almost all done.

Unpopular opinion: I think it’s good Larian is not making sequels or DLCs for bg3. They did start work on something, realized they weren’t passionate about it, and called it off. They’re going to move onto something else. How fucking amazing is that. These days the idea of sequels in general fills me with nothing but dread. IPs are just a crash grab waiting to be milked by a room of higher ups requesting the most bland and generic stories that will appeal to the broadest audience possible and cost the least to produce in order to maximize profits. I know that’s the movie situation anyways - I don’t know as much about how games work. I still think it’s fabulous that Larian realized they weren’t able to bring the amount of passion that they felt they should, and they called off the work.

I don’t really want to see more content with the characters that we have. I think their stories are interesting and self-contained and complete. I think it makes sense to end it where it ends. And I mean… it IS a fun game but I’m not so invested in the setting that I’m clamoring for more games set in this specific world. So even on that front, I feel like I don’t need more.

Plus maybe it’s my age, but I’m not used to the concept of game updates in general. I don’t expect them. When I was little, you bought a complete game and it was finished and that was what you got, period. The game is the game. It’s complete and it’s good. It’s always there for you to play again, whenever you want it. You can play the different origin plots, you can make different characters, you can make different choices and see what happens, and it’s always there for you. The fact that there won’t be any large additional DLCs doesn’t take this away from you?

So I don’t know. I feel like this is where fanworks step in now. All those little details you want to see, all those little blanks filled in, all those little extra adventures: that’s what fanworks are for. Let’s let Larian work on their next big project now.

Ok anyways, enough of that. Gortash. First you have to get back into the fortress, and all the guards attack on sight. Myeh. After all these very difficult battles, I guess it was nice to have something less hard, but it’s also no fun to feel like you’re shooting fish in a barrel. I did Iron Throne -> Foundry -> then Gortash, I wonder how things change up if you do things in a different order. After killing all the aggrod Fist in the fortress, it was neat to be able to and read all the books I couldn’t access before. Looks like things have gone significantly downhill in Baldur’s Gate recently.

As for the actual Gortash fight: Gortash gets pretty annoying pretty quickly so I cast Otto’s dance on him to keep him boogying. I love casting control spells on this dipshit that’s all about “Blah blah blah, Bane, Control, Bane, Control” well eat this, asshole. I’m a bit obsessive about collecting all the books and notes in the game to read all the lore, so I was pretty unhappy about everything getting destroyed by the constant barrage of grenades. I reloaded and focused on taking out the three grenade launchers at the beginning of the fight and we had smooth sailing. I’m glad I went through the trouble - Gortash has a journal (well, a rough draft of a stupid vain memoir) that details a bit more the plan that I (durge) was a part of, and where exactly in the timeline I was removed from that plan.

Then poor Karlach. So I do really like Neil Newbon, he did fabulous work, his big scene with Cazador was very cathartic and emotional. I think for those of us who have been badly hurt by other people, it’s not an uncommon fantasy to imagine yourself getting the same kind of brutal revenge. His scene made my oldest daughter tear up when she got to it. Me, I’m not sure, maybe I had seen too many clips online beforehand, maybe it was that it was all over so fast, I mean I definitely liked the scene a lot, and kudos to Neil and all the complicated emotions there, but the eyes stayed dry.

Karlach however - that one did make me cry. It really hit hard for me when she was talking about how unsatisfying it was. Now he’s dead but what good did that do, he’s not any more sorry about what he did. She’ll never get that closure. They took her heart and she won’t ever get it back. It’s been almost nine years now, I think? since I left my abusive husband, and that’s still something that eats me up. You can’t ever get that time back. You won’t get an apology for what happened to you, not from them, not from anyone, not from the universe in general. They probably won’t ever even ever recognize that what they did was wrong. And that’s…I don’t know. For me personally, that’s been so difficult to deal with, and to hear Karlach react the same, that hit hard. I had to pause for a moment.

Then she starts talking about her looming death. This whole time she’s been so positive, focusing on what she can do here and now, it’s admirable! But now it all catches up to her at once and she’s so, so angry. I cried. First time the game made me cry.

Fun fact - I actually legit was going to do Duke Wyll. I don’t care if the game is trying to tell me that’s the bad choice, I do honestly believe that’s a good future for Wyll, and it’s great for the city. But Karlach made me so sad here, her grief and anger at having so little time, and I reloaded back and changed my decision.

Now Karlach’s back to focusing on enjoying the moment, and asking if I will be there when she dies. Man.

Back in Baldur’s Gate, with the three netherstones in my possession, the elder brain is lashing out, and immediately, three citizens are turned into mindflayers. These mindflayers had (rather pretty) silvery white blood! Is this a new patch? Do all mindflayers have that now? I’ve killed a few now and I definitely did not see silver white blood before.

Last errand before I head down to the sewer for the final big fight: stealing my contract back from Raphael. At the start of act 3 my tav felt like his soul was disposable, but I guess all the events have left him with a desire to fight for it. Can’t wait, can’t wait!

[v-anrouge]

Ok I decided I'm redoing my match up thing, it was too messy

What I look for in a man:

I don't wanna say this but he's gotta be handsome (shallow I know but hey at least I admit it) but he's also gotta be kind enough to me so I don't feel like a worthless piece of shit whenever he talks to me (bonus points if he's got a hot voice)

Love Language (recieving):

Words of Affirmation (says almost every Asian child ever) and gift giving are major love languages I have for recieving

Love Language (giving):

Physical touch/intimacy, I had this era as a kid where I'd rub on my mom and sister like a cat, it was annoying for them but that's just how I showed me love for them. Playfully hitting is also included like it a little bap on the head, sometimes I underestimate my strength and hurt the person I do that to and it makes me feel terrible.

Things about myself my s/o should very much know:

I'm a lazy, cynical and very pessimistic person (also very neurodivergent coded) I will cry if they're mean to me a lot and I will curse them out if they're mean to me a lot. It entirely depends on how I feel after waking up. Very much anger issues (working on it dw). I find crying attractive which is very weird and I don't wanna dive into that can of worms just yet.

Resting Bitch Face is my default which scares babies apparently and that's why they don't like me? Children are scary but I do want them. Every Time I see a cute baby I will say 'i love babies 🥹' (yes the emoji is included). It's a forever ongoing baby fever for me.

If you're gonna be with me you need to know how to listen cause if I think you're not I'll either A: stop talking and say nevermind or B: annoy you into listening to me. This again, entirely depends on my mood.

Being dramatic cause I like drama? Nah

I'm dramatic cause I never got attention from my dad as a child. Ig that's part of why I seek male validation, sad. I dunno what else to add 🤷🏻‍♀️ (have my first draft for the ppl that see this ig)

Guess who's asking for a match up (spoiler: it's me)

Favorite color: obvs purple 🙄 (why did I add this 😭)

Uhhh I'm super lazy and very much depressed, I will get angry if you ignore my very obvious mental struggles. (I also just get really angry in general but SHHHH) also very cynical and apathetic to most things, sleepy 24/7.

I make characters so they can live a life I can only dream of...hmmm what else...I'm smart-ish (if top 7 of my grade for 8 consecutive terms counts as smart) anddddd I like writing and making up storylines. My favorite thing to do is read (not the classics, they bore me tbh, but I guess Holes and Midsummer's Night Dream is ok)

I very much often ramble into tangents and can be seen as a bitch apparently cause yay social anxiety doesn't like me talking to other ppl ✨ toxic friendship frr‼️ I'm more expressive on the internet than I am in real life bc no one knows who I am behind the screen (unless you doxx me but pls don't ♥️) and that comforts me.

I have ADD, MILD autism and 💩 crippling depression 💩

I like being dramatic bc I didn't get much attention from my dad as a kid and he went to buy milk ig 🤷🏻‍♀️. I always look high in pictures and I hate taking them cause I always look high.

What else...hmmm I like singing and dancing when I think no one's watching and I despise- no I abhor when ppl try to force me into doing things I don't wanna do. I like food a lot and will cry if it has no flavor. Donuts are 👌🏼 . I was 100% a menace as a kid and awfully gullible. And I'm very good at holding grudges as well (my longest grudge is over a decade long-)

And I think that's abt it? There's probs more but I'm tired

homie gave me their entire autobiography holy fuck /pos

I MATCH YOU WITH!!

MALLEUS this man LIVES to spoil you he just loves hugging you from behind and smiling as he shows you a beautiful (and extremely expensive) necklace he got done for you, the necklace is enchanted so that it'll always be in pristine condition, the gem's color change in the light naturally but you can see they also have a bit of magic on them, everyday this man will smile and compliment your stunning flawless looks with a smile on his face, if he had his tail out it would be wagging so hard he'd cause an earthquake

at first malleus would be very confused on why you hit him and think he had done something wrong but when you tell him it's just your way of showing affection he'll say you can use him as punching as much as you want to with a cute little smile, malleus won't ever hit you back because 1- he is way stronger than you and would definitely hurt you 2- what kind of man would he be if he hurt the one he is so deeply in love with??

he loves any affection you give him, in the beginning of your relationship malleus always went a bit stiff when you showed him a lot of affection because he isn't used to it but even back then he already did enjoy your affection he just didn't know how to react to it, now he is already very used to it, to the point he'll get a bit pouty if he doesn't get his morning hug and kiss

malleus is aware of your mental health and he does everything in his power to help you heal and feel better, malleus does not like fighting and he isn't used to being mean, sometimes he could say something a bit hurtful but it's just because he isn't completely socially aware, please talk to him if he ever hurts you and he'll immediately apologize and promise to never say anything like that ever again, he'll spend the rest of the day spoiling you to make up for that, he says it's because he feels terrible and although he isn't lying you both know malleus just really enjoys spoiling u

malleus loves reading to you, he'd really enjoy it if you could sit on his lap as he reads a book you picked out, his voice is very pleasant to listen and honestly very calming so most of the times you end up falling asleep, when that happens malleus kisses your forehead and hugs you tighter making sure you're having the sweetest dreams ever

both of you are seen as intimidating so as soon as you two step into any place everyone is immediately looking at you two, an intense intimidating aura filling the entire place as you two walk together before malleus picks up a silly little plushie and tells you that it reminds him of you and start gushing over it as if u two were completely alone, to be fair, whenever malleus is with you you're the only thing he cares about

malleus is over the moon when he discovers that you'd like to have children since he will be a king that is basically a necessity, it doesn't matter if you two adopt or have the child yourselves malleus will make sure you and his little baby/babies are always happy and comfortable, he'll spoil both u and ur child/children rotten and would be constantly cooing over them, however he is extremely protective of you and your child/children so he tends to growl at strangers that approach u 💀

other possibilities: kalim, lilia & trey

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Storm Bringer Stage Play Impressions

The stage play was so perfect last night!  With everything going wrong in this country, it really brings back life into life. 💞💞💓💓💖💖 Could not have been timed better.  I have a renewed desire to do everything BSD ^^

I hope everyone can enjoy watching the play!!  Support the foreign fandom by buying a ticket for the sub if you can!  This is truly unprecedented! 💕💕💕  Let's encourage them to keep doing this sort of thing and including us!!!!! 💞💞💞

This will be an impressions post rather than containing detailed spoilers - as the entire play was in Japanese, I was able to follow the main trails, wasn't too lost, but I don't have the fidelity on the detailed whys and wherefores regarding Chuuya yet.  Those will wait until I see the subbed version.

(I haven't yet finished the book - I do my own translations for accuracy and to get my info straight from the source, so I stay away from spoilers.  All translators bring something unique to the fandom and bring different flavors and impressions from works, and I like my experience and what I pass on to be authentic as well ^^)

Ok, to my impressions!!  Mild spoilers if you’ve read English book translations, heavy plot spoilers if you’ve been in the dark until now, but no details regarding Chuuya.

I gotta say - I saw the first stage play live.  Saw the second.  It's amazing to be there and see it live in the crowd, and I highly recommend it if you ever get the opportunity.  But there is NOTHING like being able to see up close and intimate all the characters’ expressions and actions like it was to see this virtually.  The quality was quite good, there was only the very occasional lag/buffer spike (which usually seemed to be at the times when I was leaning in hard to follow the story lolrip).  

All told, the fact that they not only streamed it live for foreign audiences, but will ALSO have an ENGLISH DUBBED VERSION available is not only WILD, it hopefully shows that they're becoming more aware of their expanded fanbase.  I really hope it's indications of good things to come ^^

I have only previously seen them offer occasional virtual showings of the stage plays (seemed to start during COVID), and only available to the Japanese audience (those with the ability to purchase with a Japanese credit card and address).  Only by going through a third party was it ever possible to watch.

Chuuya was amazing to watch!  His interactions with Adam, with Dazai, with Shirase.  All unique and different.  The conflict between Chuuya and Shirase stemming from Shirase's 15 betrayal, and Shirase never forgiving Chuuya and then learning the truth...finally coming to terms with the fact that Chuuya still (bizarrely) cares about him and wants to protect him.

The hilarious relationship between Adam and Chuuya! How Chuuya felt he was a hindrance and an irritation, to grudging cooperation having no other choice, to his shock and horror when Adam died, and then the genuine smile on his face when Adam came back and he went up to interact with him at the end.  I guess that means that Adam is currently alive??  God I would LOVE to see spin-off stories with Chuuya and Adam.  That relationship is so fun!!!

Shirase was hilarious XDD.  It was very interesting to see what had become of him post 15.  His interactions with Adam were also gold ^^

Verlaine was amazing.  He was like an AU version of Chuuya in terms of personality.  The tension between him and Chuuya was sooo goooood.  His ability to completely overwhelm Chuuya again and again 😁😁😁 so good!  The whump feeling OMGGGG.  Chuuya has the best most whump-inducing screams I swear 💗💗😂😂 

The moments when Verlaine decides to help Chuuya out, but then Chuuya takes the moment to turn on him as he’s the actual aggressor instead of the scientist!

And the true haunting aspect of Verlaine's Ability. The stage play has very simple effects, but god are they effective.  I had literal chills down my spine when they showed the horrific, haunting visage.  It was just such a visceral feeling, the haunting, the evil.  Very reminiscent of that moment in 15 where they showed the beast they called Arahabaki, but as if I was actually there to experience it.  Such a good moment.

There was the silly moment of Mori and Dazai's dance introduction together (I love Mori!) they have such a silly relationship here XDDD.

The moment where Mori suggests to Dazai that he and Chuuya commit double suicide when all else seems hopeless, and the look in Dazai's face XDDDD

The actor timing and special effects use for the Abilities!  Especially with Verlain’s Ability, the way he throws people around looks so realistic!  For as simple as it is, leagues and leagues beyond similar things I’ve seen in actual movies.  It was as believable as if one was watching Ability use occur in real life.

And then the 'ending credits' - the dance at the end with all the characters.  It was like Chuuya reliving the moments that had happened.  The happiness with his Mafia friends, chased by his face falling when he remembers they're gone, and the way his mouth twists and he looks up like he's trying not to cry.  The moments where he's surrounded by all the antagonists, how he wants to resist, but then having no other recourse he starts to dance with them, unable to resist fate.

It was just so good!!!

I think that's all I have to brain dump on ^^  I'll have another after I see the English sub ^^  And once I finish translating the novel, it'll be interesting to compare details ^^

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18 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

#4

GRANRODEO VIRTUAL STREAM!

Chuuya fans!  Just like the Storm Bringer virtual stream, Granrodeo (the band of Chuuya’s Japanese voice actor, Taniyama Kishou, that performed Deadly Drive, Trash Candy, Setsuna no Ai, and Darkness my Sorrow) is doing a stream!  Until Sunday, Sept 18th only, you can buy a ticket to watch the archive stream all this week!

I’ve been in Japan for several of their concerts, and they are amazing!  And to my knowledge, this is a first, and certainly a first for foreign fans!

The only downside is, their site says that streaming is only available to  Australia, Brazil, Canada, Hong Kong, Indonesia, South Korea, Macao, Malaysia, New Zealand, Philippines, Singapore, Taiwan, Thailand, the United Kingdom, and the United States.  They have a test stream that you can navigate to, so I would test that with a vpn if you’re not in one of those regions.

Had no issues purchasing a ticket - they accept only VISA, MasterCard,and Alipay, so unfortunately no paypal or other methods.

Definitely encourage fans to support and check it out if you can!  Let’s hope they will continue to keep their overseas fans in mind!!! 💕💕💕

22 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

#3

Bungou Stray Dogs: Stress Relief

God, it’s good to be short.  Chuuya sighed, stretching out the length of the bathtub on the 26th floor of the Ritz Carlton.  He breathed out, the sigh rippling through his muscles, relaxing them after the long day.

Plink.

Plop.

The sounds echoed in the cavernous bathroom.  Chuuya stretched up, gazing out the window at the neon lights of the city of Jakarta. He crossed his arms and nestled his chin on them, as he peered out the gap under the automated shutter.  He could see people moving about in the building across.  Steam wafted in the warm air.  His back was still tender from the waterfall shower, aptly named.  Glass walls and inlaid stone floor, he thought about installing one in his home.  Large pellets of water thundering about him, a pelting massage, the soft roar filling his ears.  It was by all means the best shower that he could remember.  

Tink.

Chuuya reached for the hand towel hanging off of the bar below the sink.  With dry hands, he picked up his phone, laying the towel on the ledge of the tub.  

Dazai.

Slug!  Fancy a drink?

Chuuya’s mouth twisted into a smile.  It was no surprise his former partner had ended up at the same hotel.  They’d grown similar tastes for ostentatious finery over the years.  Or at least, Dazai had grown familiar enough with Chuuya’s tastes.  

Chuuya gripped the edges of the tub to hoist himself up.  Maybe he would even bring the man back to his room for some even deeper relaxation.

22 notes - Posted March 22, 2022

#2

BSD FANS!  Storm Bringer will be STREAMING LIVE ONLINE!!  You can easily get your tickets here!  And another great part is, that later on, there will be an archive stream with ENGLISH SUBTITLES!  So for all you BSD fans who aren’t fluent yet in Japanese (maybe that’s me >.>) you can get allllll the goodness later on too!!!

36 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I really think the fandom is missing out on Adam/Chuuya fanfics.  That relationship (platonic or otherwise) is GOLD.  Would love to see more of that.  Android - human friendship?  Lends itself really well to cyberpunk or scifi or dystopian AUs as well!  Hope it picks up steam after the English stageplay drop.  Heck, I’m eager to write it myself after I get more of Adam’s character after the English sub. Totally unrelated to the robot-human Chuuya fic I’m currently writing, but you know, there could be some similarities there XD

38 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

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[tundrakatiebean]

Ok so I’m just going to jot down my points and maybe I’ll make something more comprehensive later. There are spoilers for both pieces below. I’m gonna do a read more because this is long and I don’t think anybody actually cares lol but I found it interesting so my brain latched on

The theme of “ruthlessness” which is a reoccurring word in Crooked House also applies to the characters in Knives Out in the same way. Sophia in Crooked House describes the different kinds of ruthlessness in her family, her grandfather who has stabbed people and earned his money in a way described as ruthless, her cold and calculating aunt, the overly controlled personal nature of her father, the wild temper of her uncle. All similar personalities that we see in the family in Knives Out

Both center around first generation rich families. Families whose patriarch played their talents well to make so much money that their children and grandchildren never had to worry about money if they didn’t want to. This includes a son who is presented as somewhat bumbling, but well meaning in some regards, controlling the business that his father began.

Both have a focus on the “outsider who doesn’t deserve the inheritance” specifically a younger girl from a poorer and stigmatized background - an immigrant in Knives Out and a food service worker in Crooked House (I’m specifically referring to the book here, at least one movie adaptation has made her a sex-adjacent worker)

Both involve a surprise will reading that sends everyone into a tizzy begging for money. The surprise being, in both cases, that the patriarch has cut everyone out of the will without letting anyone, even his lawyer know. Leaving everything to someone he deemed the smartest and most likely to do right with the money, while also giving a mild fuck you to the rest of the family

Both have that one weirdly dramatic mother who give off rancid Artiste vibes (a weird yoga chakra mom in Knives Out and an aging, played out actress who lives for whatever scene she can create in Crooked House)

Both have a weirdly misogynistic teenage boy who’s really quiet unless being gross or a plot device

Both plots hinge on a medication mistake that lays the blame at the feet of the outsider, encouraging the family to close ranks even further

Both plots have an important point where the victim plans their own demise, accidentally or not

Both plots are focused around a man who solves the mystery by simply talking to people, but only have tenuous ties to the police

Both plots have a titular character betrayal and a mid plot second crime

How the help is treated by a specific family member is an important plot device in both

I think I’d thought of more points but these are just the ones I remember. I guess there’s also a car chase scene in one of the movies 🤔

The major difference being how the outsider is treated in the end, which I think makes them very good and interesting mirrors to each other in the same genre. It’s a cool remix on a classic mystery.

Has anybody written about Knives Out as a modern partner piece to Crooked House or should I jot that down for tomorrow?

[xbunny-k]

The Actor & I: PART SIX – Well, goodnight Ana

This is part SIX of a very long, SLOW BURN series on Austin Butler and a Production Assistant on set of Elvis (2022).

Masterlist here!

Anything italicized is main character’s thoughts!

Warnings: Fluff, eventual Spoilers for Elvis (2022), mild language (If i missed anything, please comment so i can add!)

Tags: @manddor @pumkiinpastiesies​ @its-funny-til-its-not​ @karamelcoveredolicity @butlerstyles @feral4austinbutler (Let me know if you’d like to be added!)

Please, if you like this, share it, comment, like it and enjoy! xx

Breathe, Ana, just breathe. Why did I answer so fast? I don’t know what to say…

“Hiii, of course it’s ok,” I say back quietly. Why am I talking so quietly? I live alone…Ana what are you doing?

“I just thought it’d be easier to talk on the phone,” he whispers back. Is he whispering because I was? Or is he with someone? Probably Vanessa…right?

“Yeah, for sure…I was worried I crossed a line with my last text to be honest…” I say a bit louder, but still softly because I’m embarrassed to be having to say this out loud now. Ana, you are an adult. Get it together!

He interrupts me as I’m trying to find a nice way to apologize for stepping over a professional line, “Ana, not at all. It’s so nice to have someone positive in my corner right now. I’ve been feeling imposter syndrome all day. Like this isn’t really happening to me.” He lowers his voice a bit, “I really needed to hear all that…and it means a lot coming from you.”

It means a lot coming from ME?! I’m blushing as he continues to say, “since we’ll be working so closely together on this. It’s nice knowing you’ll be there to help me when I’m feeling off or down.”

Yeah Ana, since you’ll be WORKING…FOR HIM. Sure, he’s not your official boss, but you’re his PA on set. You do what he says or asks for. Get it together. He means all this professionally…

“Austin, I told you, I’m here for you. Whether that means hyping you up when you need it or getting you coffee, which I should nail down your coffee order,” I joke to him trying to keep it professional, but sincere.

He laughs back. My god, that is the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard. Wow, Ana stop it right now, we literally just went through this. This is for WORK. He’s just being nice to you.

“Ana, coffee is the least of the things I’ll be asking for,” he says jokingly. Uhhhh, I know he doesn’t mean it in a sexual way, but…. My cheeks instantly burn, they have to be red hot. “But it’s just iced black coffee,” he continues and laughs a bit.

“Good to know boss, good to know. What else should I know? Allergic to peanut butter? A morning person or a night owl? What’s the basics on my Elvis Presley,” I joke back in a playful voice.

“Well Ana, how much time do you have,” he laughs back. The next few hours fly by as we laugh about Austin being a night owl, like myself, him telling me his favorite foods and me jokingly yelling at him about why he’s wrong about liking red grapes. Eventually, I see the time and panic.

“Austin, we’ve been on the phone for so long. It’s almost 4 AM and I have to be up in 2 hours to be at work,” I blurt out, but immediately start laughing and he laughs back. The last few hours have been filled with easy conversation like we’ve known each other for years. When was the last time I talked to someone for so long…and so openly? I wonder what he thinks.

“I had no idea it was so late, I’m supposed to be getting beauty sleep, right?” Austin chuckles as he says it.

“Like you need beauty rest,” I think to myself…wait…did I actually say that out loud? Oh my god, ANA!!!! I quickly laugh, “sorry I am just realizing how tired I am. As much as I want to continue telling you you’re wrong about Swiss cheese, I’m gonna need to not be in bed to talk to you and actually use the bed for sleep now.”

Phew, hopefully that was a quick save and he didn’t realize I was saying he didn’t need beauty rest…because he’s beautiful…

Austin chuckles and sighs, “I guess I need to do the same. But I’ve really loved talking to you and getting to know you. I’m more excited now to work with you. Like I have a friend alongside me in this.”

I smile the biggest dorky smile and realize he cannot hear that reaction on the phone… “I’m excited too. You’re gonna be so great, Austin.”

I hear nothing but silence… Hopefully he’s smiling? Or is he weirded out? “Sorry, I was smiling and realized that doesn’t work on the phone… I really am just so happy to have you for this, Ana.”

“I think we both need sleep, Austin. I’m gonna let you go so I’m not further responsible for the star of the movie I’m assisting on being tired the day after accepting the role,” I giggle.

“Ok, ok. The giggle got me, you win. I’m gonna text you tomorrow to see how you do at work. I feel like I owe you a coffee or two. Well, goodnight Ana,” he says goodnight so softly and sweet. Do I really have to hang up? I just wanna keep talking to him…

“Thank you for calling… goodnight Mr. Presley,” I whisper and hang up before I can keep talking. What a night…

[exchangestudentmicha]

The Brother’s Scenting Headcannons

Yeah yeah, I’m a little slut for the brothers having characteristics like scenting or other things like that, which means, expect more of it in the future

Warnings: none, very mild suggestion at most

GN MC

Lucifer

Out of all the brothers, Lucifer is the most subtle with his scenting well, unless he doesn’t want to

Part of why he’s so subtle is because he’s usually just so busy. But to make up for that, he makes his scenting count

Mainly by running his hand over your pulse points, like by letting his fingers linger just a bit longer on your wrists, or by brushing your hair out of your face and maybe brushing his hand on your neck

He NEVER scents in public, he has an image to keep up after all

He and Satan have an ongoing scent war though

So watch out if Satan spends extra time with you

Lucifer might call you into his office and you might stay there for a while

Mammon

This boi thinks he’s so slick when he’s trying to scent you spoilers, he’s not

His attempts to scent you are so painfully obvious. It’s honestly kinda adorable though

He’ll either try to brush off his scenting attempts as a way to help you (Under a veil of tsundere of course)

“I-Its kinda cold out here, huh? I-I guess you can borrow my jacket so that your weak little human self won’t freeze.” *amused MC noises* “Wha?! W-Why are you giggling like that?! I-I’m just making sure that you don’t freeze on me!” *BRIGHT RED*

*grabs you by the wrist* “D-Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m just doing this so you won’t get lost.”

Or he’ll just barge into your room like he always does and try to scent up your bed and stuff while hanging out with you

Levi

The only reason that he is subtle about scenting is because he’s too nervous to do it with you knowing he’s doing it

He would die if you figured out what he’s trying to do

That is, until his envy kicks in

If he even SUSPECTS that another demon is trying to scent you, you’re getting dragged to his room

And there you’ll stay for the rest of the day with him nuzzled up to you while his tail is wrapped around your body

Satan

He actually doesn’t scent you much unless he’s mad about something (and even then scenting you wasn’t the main goal)

But when he does scent you, WHOOOO BOI you’ll smell like him for like a week or two

But, he won’t drag you to his room like Levi, no, he has more class than that

Instead he’ll just steal everything you own and hoard it in his room (Ok maybe not much more class than Levi)

Your smell comforts him and helps calm him down, and due to that, he ends up inadvertently scenting you

The only reason he purposely scents you to mark you is to piss off Lucifer (Like I said he and Lucifer are in a scent war because of course they are)

Asmo

He’s not even trying to be subtle with his scenting

He’ll just walk up to you, wrap his arms around you and then start nuzzling and nipping at your neck

Either that or he’ll just take you to his room to thoroughly scent you to his liking

By giving you some of his cologne and clothing for you to wear of course! What, did you think I meant something else?

(I mean, he does LOVE to scent you like that) but he also loves to scent you with his cologne and mark you with clothes that match his

Beel

Out of all the brothers Beel is the heaviest scenter

And that is all due to his incredible sense of smell

Thankfully though, he is also one of the sweetest in the way he does it

Hugs, cuddles, giving you his jacket, sharing food while you’re in his lap, you coming to sleep with him when he gets nightmares

It makes it painfully obvious to any demon in the area what he’s doing, but he doesn’t care

And he scents for the weirdest reasons too

Because he smells another demon on you, because he likes how you smell, you got food, he wants to comfort you, he wants attention, heck, sometimes he scents you purely because he likes how your shirt feels

Belphie

He mainly scents you by napping with you, we all know it

And we all know that the stubborn cow man doesn’t really take a no for naps

Either you come nap with him, or he just naps on you, doesn’t matter the place or the time, he just lays on you or if you’re actually pretty busy he’ll just go nap in the attic or on your bed

The other way he scents you is by stealing your pillows, blankets, jackets, anything comfy that he can grab, don’t worry, it’ll appear again in a couple days, only now they smell like him

[thefanficmonster]

A Good Time

Corpse Husband x Sykkuno x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Some Swearing, Mild Spoilers for the scares in the game The Mortuary Assistant

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Knowing their girlfriend’s limits of horror tolerance, Sykkuno and Corpse think it’s a good idea to have her play The Mortuary Assistant

Requested by @horsedoghorse Thank you so much for your request lovely! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to turn your request into a fic but here it is now and I hope you’ll have the chance to read through it and if so I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Alright!“ Corpse says, clapping his hands together, a smile playing on his face, so satisfactory and fulfilled, one he’s sharing with Sykkuno who is in the same room, little do their fans know. That is why the whole illusion of a Discord call is already really funny to them - seeing as how they haven’t yet officially revealed their relationship, they would love to stir the pot of rumors and keep people guessing still. It’s too early to crash the tea party, as they say.

“Alright!“ He replies to Corpse, provoking a laugh from the other man which he returns. “So, what are we doing?“ He asks as though he isn’t one of the masterminds behind what’s about to go down.

“No spoiling the surprise.“ Corpse replies as he presses a few buttons on his keyboard, “You’ll see.“

“Hi! Sorry I’m late, the Wi-Fi dropped all of a sudden.“ Y/N, their girlfriend, who’s also in the same apartment just in a different room joins the call, much to the delight of the viewers of her stream who find Corpse and Sykkuno as their favorites. She too is no stranger to the circulating rumors and whispers of the Net. And she too is just as much of an accomplice in the charade her boyfriends have come up with.

Unfortunately for her, however, she hasn’t been let in on what is going to happen further into this very stream she was invited to be a part of. Truth be told, and in Corpse and Sykkuno’s defense, if they had told her prior to sitting down to stream the whole thing, she wouldn’t be here right now.

“She might hate us, she might have a good time, either way, it’s good content.” Corpse told Sykkuno when they were coming up with their master plan, laughing their asses off at the idea.

“You’re good, perfectly on time actually.“ Sykkuno says as Corpse mutes himself to laugh some more. He can’t help himself especially not when he hears Y/N’s cheery voice, loaded with excitement over the game she’s about to play with her boy friends. Yeah, imaginary space between the words.

“What are we playing?“ She asks nonchalantly as ever, a meow also heard from her end which is the doing of the cat sitting in her lap.

“You’ll be playing this super cool new game that came out a few weeks ago. It was a demo for the longest time but the developer used their time well and created a masterpiece.“ Corpse says, adding emphasis on the fact that she’ll be playing alone although it still manages to slip by unnoticed by her.

“Oh cool! What’s it about?“ She’s genuinely super excited about this. Her and the two boys haven’t had the time to gather around like this in a while. So now that she has them in her apartment for a game night, she’s right to be as joyful as she is.

It makes her boyfriends feel a tiny bit of guilt for what they’re about to put her through. But clearly not enough for them to call the operation off.

“No spoilers...“ Corpse says, slightly lost in thought as he sends her the instructions to accessing the game he previously downloaded on her PC, “There. You’ve got the directions in the chat, let us know when you get it running or if you’re having any issues with it.“

Mumbling an ‘ok’ under her breath, she proceeds to follow said instructions to a folder named Poppy Party Planning. Thinking it sounds decent and silly enough to be what she’s imagined, she clicks on it and then on the much more terrifying icon of the game which she fails to notice the eeriness of.

Met with the menu screen of the game, she’s baffled by what she sees and comes this close to closing out of it. Her eyes widen at the creepy background that could only belong to a horror game and definitely not a fun platformer like she was previously told.

“Guys, what the hell is this?!“ She shrieks, physically distancing herself from the screen as if it’ll attack her.

That’s when the two cannot hold their laugh any longer.

Sykkuno tries talking between gusts of laughter while Corpse has been completely ingulfed by it. “Welcome....to...*laugh*...The Mortuary Assistant. A wonderful game that is for sure not gonna give you nightmares.“

“No, no, no! There’s no way in hell you’re making me play this!“ She exclaims, shaking her head, “What in the world kind of platformer is this?! Why’d you lie to me?!“

“Cause there’s no way you’d be here if you knew.“ Corpse explains matter-of-factly as if their lie has now automatically been justified.

Well it definitely hasn’t, especially not for Y/N.

“Exactly!“ She exclaims yet again in clear distress.

“You can be mad all you want, babe, but you gotta admit, scaredy cats playing horror games is hella good content.“ Corpse replies, earning Sykkuno’s agreement real soon to back him up.

That, much like the two had hoped, infuriates Y/N. She’d much rather not sleep for days on end that outright deny playing which, in all seriousness, she has every right to do.

“Hey! I ain’t a scaredy cat! I might hate horror in all shapes and forms but that doesn’t mean I’m scared of it!“ Y/N, as stubborn as she can be as evidenced right here and now, will deny being scared of anything and take that denial to her grave. “Screw it! I’ll play.“

Leaving the two boys in speechless shock is enough of an accomplishment to her, almost making it worth putting herself through the nightmarish experience the game will have to offer her.

However, much to her dismay, their shock doesn’t last long.

“How many scares do you think she’ll last?“ Corpse asks, breaking the silence.

“With this game - three max.“ Sykkuno answers, his statement without a shadow of doubt in it.

Corpse hums, “Ye of little faith in her, Sykkuno. I say five.”

“Fuck you both, game fucking on!” Y/N soundly cracks her knuckles, shares her screen and starts the game and, although the boys don’t say anything, they simultaneously and accidentally share a thought:

She has no idea what she’s getting into. It’s going to be priceless

Scare 1

So far so good, Y/N thinks to herself, refraining from saying it out loud as to not jinx herself. She’s just finished examining the front desk area, grabbing the items she found before going over to the room where shit is undoubtedly going to hit the fan. She knew she was off to a bad start when she almost shrieked upon the view of the dead body but did not let Corpse and Sykkuno know of her distress. She had a gut feeling that way worse will happen. And so it does...

“What is what?! All these bottles look alik- AAAH!“ Looking up from reading the labels of the chemicals she needs to use to progress, she spots the silhouette of something or someone moving behind the shelves in the corner. This time the scream leaves her far too quickly to give her a chance to prevent it.

Corpse and Sykkuno burst out laughing which they use as a way of egging her on - the angrier they get her to be, the more likely it is for her to actually maybe, possibly finish the game.

“Fuck this....“ She mumbles, trailing off as she prods on, her hands slightly shaking already which is a fact she’s glad no one else has to know.

Scare 2

Very soon after she sits down on the chair by the computer to ‘do work’ as tasked, figuring it all out one step at a time, mumbling to herself as she reads the displayed document, keeping her mind occupied.

“Ok that’s done so - WHAT THE FUCK?!“ Looking past the screen, her heartrate picks up at the sight of a shadowy human figure in the hallway opposite her that leads to the morgue. Shortly thereafter, the light in that very hallway turns off and back on as if taunting her.

She’s left speechless in the grip of fear. What brings her back to consciousness is the snickering of her boyfriends.

The frustration of being their entertainment at the moment charges her at a high voltage.

“You wanna play games, huh? I’ll turn out your motherfucking lights!” She growls as she rushes straight at the person/apparition, contrary to her instincts.

And cue Scare 3.....

As if returning the favor, said shadowy figure charges right back at her out of the blue. Seeing as how she was expecting the thing to disappear as a result of her approach and receiving the complete opposite reaction leaves her so stunned that she doesn’t even realize she’s screamed at the top of her lungs.

Muffled by the ringing in her ears, she hears the guys scream too. Knowing whether the scare would happen or not, they still got the shit scared out of them too. That’d be a great sound to hear and it would fill her with satisfaction if her heart wasn’t thumping so darn loud and if she wasn’t completely frozen.

Eventually she’s aware that she’s shaking her head. Realizing she’s probably scaring the two with her silence, she starts laughing. It’s a bit out of her control but also a little bit because of her foolery. Finally, she manages to collect herself and speaks up, “Fuck this shit, I’m out....don’t mind me...Imma just disconnect and end the stream....excuse me please....good fucking bye.“

For those of the viewers who thought she was messing around, they got their theory debunked real quick when the stream abruptly ended, Y/N staying true to her word. She also hops out of the Discord call just in time to miss the confused laughter and ending of the stream of her boyfriends.

She remains seated in her desk chair, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling with a wide smile on her face, chuckling every now and then. Running a hand through her hair, she adjusts what has now become a distressed bush as a result of her fear filled reactions to all the scares she encountered.

“God damn, that was fun...“, she murmurs, shrugging her shoulders.

“Was it?“

She straightens up and spins her chair to face the doorway where both her boyfriends are standing with semi apologetic smiles as they lean on opposite sides of the doorframe as if unsure if she’ll let them in.

“I mean, my heart’s still racing and my limbs are trembling but I don’t regret anything.“ She confirms, “In fact, one day when I’m feeling braver, I’ll try it again. But I’ve certainly had more than enough for today.“

The two boys look at one another, wordlessly expressing their relief to one another, releasing the worry that Y/N might be super pissed at them after the whole ordeal.

Sykkuno breaks the nonverbal conversation with Corpse and turns to Y/N, “You know, we did actually download this one platformer as well so....”

Before he’s even had the chance to finish his sentence, Y/N’s pulled the chair to the desk once again, going searching through the folders for said platformer which she soon finds.

“Oh my God, you guys are the BEST!”, she blows the two a kiss before equipping her headset, “I can’t just end a stream at roughly twenty minutes into it, you know, so.....get out.“ She says, eyes narrowed to slits as she turns back around to turn her webcam on.

Corpse and Sykkuno needn’t be told twice.

On the way down the hall to the kitchen, Corpse mumbles, “See, she did have a good time!”

Sykkuno huffs, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. She’s still in shock, she might hate us later.“

The other man chuckles, “Dinner we shall cook for her then, just in case.”

“We shall, better safe than sorry.“

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It occurs to me that I've now watched all the past Gundam shows I'm inclined to. So how about a totally arbitrary personal ranking? Here are brief opinions on each iteration of the franchise I've seen, mostly surface-level, bad to good, intended purely to get them out of my head and mark the 'achievement' of having binged quite so much giant robot nonsense. Every one of these shows will be someone else's favourite and I respect that. I too have things I like a lot that other people don't. That's how it goes.

(I stress this chiefly because there's a new Gundam airing right now and that probably makes this a really bad time to start weighing in with opinions on the internet. For the record, I am watching The Witch From Mercury too, but consider it way, way too early to say what I think of it.)

So, first up, let's exclude the ones I bounced off too hard to finish, which are Mobile Suit Victory Gundam (1993) and Mobile Suit Gundam SEED (2002). I quit each after a few episodes, so I don't feel like I can form a proper assessment beyond 'I didn't like it'. I will probably continue with Mobile Fighter G Gundam (1994) some day but that too is hovering at the 'I'm not sure this is worth it' mark – it's just not the kind of show I enjoy.

Also – honourable mention for Code Geass. Utterly batshit crazy, tonally all over the shop, and possibly the worst attempt at anti-imperialism I've ever seen in my life. If that's even what it was going for, which I am not sure it was. Frequently delightful anyway and the slashiest closing art you could imagine.

Now on to the Gundam shows I actually got through. Mild spoilers to follow so everything else will go under this cut.

Mobile Suit Gundam AGE (2011) – Actively fascistic. Not intentionally, I don't think, but while it's got a decent structural conceit, it's off with the birds in its grasp of how conflicts actually work and ends up relentlessly painting an abandoned underclass as the aggressors. I realise part of the point is flipping that around at the end. My point, though, is that it fails to land in the worst way possible. Plus all three of its protagonists are extremely irritating.

Mobile Suit Gundam F91 (1991) – I . . . can barely remember anything that happened except that watching this was like pulling teeth.

Mobile Suit Gundam 0083: Stardust Memory (1991) – Top Gun with mobile suits was an experiment worth doing but the cast is pure cardboard.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Char's Counterattack (1988) – I originally watched this without the full context of the preceding series and honestly, coming back afterwards doesn't really improve things. I'm not sure I have a strong opinion, except that a lot of it feels deeply mean-spirited.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Hathaway (2021) – I'm dropping this low primarily because I despise the battle animations. They make the mistake of assuming 'at night' means 'dialling the contrast down' and it undercuts the visuals entirely. Textbook example of poorly implemented CGI ruining an otherwise well-thought-through creative decision. Beyond that, it's mostly OK, I guess.

Mobile Suit Gundam (compilation movies; 1979) – Yes, I wimped out on watching the whole thing but in my defence, I don't like Amuro Ray very much. That said, there's a real charm to the animation that very few of the other series ever match. This show renders guys being dorks like nothing else. And I do absolutely see why it lasted. It's a rough first draft but there's a lot to get the teeth into, even if it is, ultimately, not my thing.

Mobile Suit Gundam 0080: War in the Pocket (1989) – Technically leaps and bounds ahead of its predecessors both in terms of animation and story construction. Absolutely unafraid to be soul-crushingly cynical, which works to its advantage. Also not my thing but I respect its ambition.

Mobile Suit Gundam Thunderbolt (2015) – Same, really. Plus a test case in how far empathy for people on the side of the space-Nazis can be pushed. Actually, it's worth pausing on that because the contrast being 'extremely psychopathic' Federation pilot Io and 'generally sweet-ish' Zeon pilot Daryl highlights the grey vs grey morality inherent to the Universal Century (UC) timeline. At its best, that leads to genuinely nuanced stories about what conflict does to both people and ideals when various factions use them to vie for power. At its worst, it leads to a total muddling of audience sympathy and political message. Thunderbolt is, I think, squarely in the middle.

Mobile Suit Gundam 00/Mobile Suit Gundam 00 the Movie: A Wakening of the Trailblazer (2007/2010) – This, for me, is what's called a Curate's Egg – parts of it are very good. Get yourself someone who looks at you the way Patrick Colasour looks at Kati Mannequin. Or if you're into it, the way Kati looks at Patrick. The super-soldier stuff is interesting in ways the Newtype idea generally isn't. And random cross-dressing is always welcome. However, I can't say I like it overall. Rooting early sections in 'resolving' real-world conflicts is tasteless and it's the epitome of Gundam not understanding pacifism as an ideological position. It also plays straight the idea of humanity making an evolutionary leap to godhood, which I don't enjoy for a wide variety of reasons.

Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam (1985) – Honestly, I'm mainly giving this such a high ranking because the English dub gives Char such an incredibly sexy voice. On balance, I'd say I enjoyed more of this than I did of 00, but it probably ought to go lower for being an example of that thing a lot of Gundam shows do which is having interesting female characters, then doing feck all with them or mashing them into teeth-gnashingly bad unrequited love subplots.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Unicorn (2010) – I am putting this ahead of 00 and Zeta because it's a technically superior piece of story-telling, with a much clearer idea of what it's doing. And it does indeed do some things very well; they're just not ones I gel with.

Mobile Suit Gundam ZZ (1986) – And now to stress that quality does not necessarily equate to enjoyment, here's the comedy one placing above Zeta and Unicorn. Well. 'Comedy'. It's not necessarily especially funny. But I find the characters and set-up to be generally more appealing than a lot of the UC shows, and some of the slapstick works pretty nicely. Plus, you know. Haman Karn. Who doesn't love a dastardly villainess? (I actually do think she's one of the more interesting UC antagonists, albeit mainly when she's in active contrast to the others.)

Mobile Suit Gundam Wing/Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz (1995/1997) – I am delighted by the story Gundam Wing's many fans have hallucinated into existence. I genuinely think it's a lovely example of how fandoms construct and expand on things only gestured to in the original text. Which is the nice way of saying coming back to this 15 years on from first watching it was a bit of a slog. There's something very theatrical about Wing, in that it does a lot with narration and flimsy set-dressing. It's insanely ambitious in what it's attempting and I have a lot of nostalgic affection for it. But in the end, I think it's less than the sum of its parts.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Twilight AXIS (2017) – Very lightweight and inessential. Nevertheless, an interesting exercise in telling a complex story with extremely limited space.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Origin (2015) – OK, fine, I'll admit it. I might not rate a lot of the Universal Century stuff but watching Char connive his way to power is fun. And this assays the original animation style very well, even if the CGI mobile suits jar in the extreme. Overall, this is a case of general quality boosting where I'm prepared to rank it.

Mobile Suit Gundam Narrative (2018) – Proves you can go a long way with a decent soundtrack. Also, I think I prefer stories about people caught up in the wake of Newtypes than about the Newtype characters themselves. Benefits from knowing the wider UC backstory going in and not necessarily 'good', but definitely enjoyable.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The 08th MS Team (1996) – Dumb as rocks, driven solely by machismo and excitement, very dodgy in its handling of sexual politics, and the single most fun piece of UC media I have watched. A case of hitting a genre so squarely in the bullseye, forgiving its faults is easy. Gundam as an 80s action flick and it knows it. Has one of the few UC protagonists who fully commits to giving the Federation two middle fingers and peacing out of their bullshit, and ends in a surprisingly sweet and thoughtful manner.

Gundam Reconguista in G (2014) – I could not begin to describe to you the plot of Reconguista and I'm not sure anyone involved in writing it could either. However, I did find the main characters to be a delightful bunch of total numbskulls to hang around with for twenty-six episodes. Also one of the more successful aesthetic shifts in the Gundam franchise. I suspect this is the one that will have the greatest influence on the current iteration's look and feel.

After War Gundam X (1996) – I covered much of my thoughts on this already. A great final act twist and all the benefits of streamlining over continuity wrangling. Nicely focused on the idea that what humanity screws up, humanity can undo (in both senses of the word). I admit to ranking this highly partly to spite the reviews quoted on Wikipedia, which are straight up wrong; it does have a lot of flaws, just not the ones those reviews point to. But also I really enjoyed it. It does Wing's breakneck geopolitics better and UC-esque themes with greater clarity. I'd love to see this setting and cast developed more, so it's a shame it's joined Reconguista in G as the also-ran of the franchise.

Turn A Gundam (1999) – Where to even start? Beautiful to look at, audaciously clever in how it relates to the other Gundam series, a wonderful, engaging cast of characters, and the splendour that is Harry Ord's fashion sense. Manages the rare trick of having an intelligent, genuinely meaningful identity switch plot, as well as showing that Gundam can treat pacifism with respect and real engagement if it tries. Brought down in places by lazily racist genre tropes and gets a touch rushed towards the end, but overall a very solid show. All this and the main mobile suit is referred to by its moustache throughout. What more could you want?

Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans (2015) – This. I mean, this is what more I could want. After making the experiment over the last year and change, I'm quite happy to declare that I am not a Gundam fan, I'm an Iron-Blooded Orphans fan. For me, this one stands head and shoulders over the rest in terms of plot, characters, aesthetics and general vibe. While I've enjoyed going back and seeing first hand where the self-references come from, I think this is the only Gundam show that is ever going to occupy so much real-estate in my mind as to fixate me on writing fan-fic for a solid year and a half. I won't bore you by repeating stuff I've said in my other posts on the subject. However, I would quite honestly recommend this as A Good Show to anyone interested in the mecha anime genre, with the upfront warning that it is plotted as a tragedy and should be approached as such.

And there you have it. Again, this is all personal feelings and not intended as any slight on anyone with a different opinion (I will probably look at you askance if you say AGE is your favourite, but only because I had such a visceral negative reaction to it, it's going to take me a while to be open to reassessing). Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to being pathetically ill in the most annoying way possible.

[millenniumbreak]

inspired by this post by @wereshrew-admirer

Music Used: Owl Song by Cosmo Sheldrake

Podcast: Friends at the Table- Sangfielle

Mild Spoilers for Ep 49. Transcript beneath the cut.

[Audio Description:

Austin: - Calling question is “You recently witnessed an unearthly sight with another player. Who was it, how did it happen, and how did they react?”

Dre: Yeah, so this is with Duvall, and this is a story of one of those times when we crossed paths. Um, so I was drawn to investigate a town that was rumored to have a house that, once entered, people could not leave. When I arrived, I found that Duvall had also arrived, seeking to satiate his curiosity. In the night while we slept, someone set fire to the house, and in the embers we found a trap door. After evacuating the townspeople (who all proved to be fine), I returned to the basement with a torch and found slivers of wood, chunks of metal, and spools of ribbon strewn across the ground. Something was being created down here, but we would never know what.Duvall was uninterested and left town before I did. I figured he would want to tinker with these childrens’ toys for days on end, but I guess we all grow up eventually.

-CUT-

Art (as Duvall): You get so few opportunities...

Austin (as Jolyon): To catch up

Art (as Duvall): ...To see people who knew you before.

Austin (as Jolyon): You ever miss those days Leo?

Art (as Duvall): All the time.

-CUT-

Dre (as Chine): So wha-what were you saying about before?

Art (as Duvall): Do you remember before? Before Blackwick,

Dre (as Chine): I mean yeah what about it?

Art (as Duvall): I’m just I mean that was a genine question. Y’know you and I knew each other before,

Dre (as Chine): mhm

Art (as Duvall): And both of us have changed alot

Dre (as Chine): Thats that is very true

Art (as Duvall): But you still remember those times

Dre (as Chine): Yes. (pause) Do you- Wait do you not?

Art (as Duvall): Of course. But- but is it- If you’re not the same person as you were when you did the thing is your memory of it real?

Dre (as Chine): Yes

Art (as Duvall): (overlapping) How would you know?

Dre (as Chine): Also when you say you’re not the person -like as in like- -what do wait what do you mean like- that you have like you’ve changed your opinion?

Art (as Duvall): I mean people are always changing right?

Dre (as Chine): Yeah

Art (as Duvall): I mean you’re doing something now that you wouldn’t neccessarily have done this morning.

Dre (as Chine): Thats not true but I get your point.

Art (as Duvall): Well neccessarily. But like and also- You and I have physically changed.

Dre (as Chine): Well I think on that part maybe you more than me but yes.

Art (as Duvall): Sure. But I mean since you got off the boat, Lets say, um, you’ve been- I would say that was like a sea change moment for you.

Dre (as Chine): Sure.

Art (as Duvall): Yeah like me going to the city was.

Art (as Duvall): Alright I sort of thought that this would, this would be more, uh, revalatory for you.

Dre (as Chine): I dont know- I mean you’ve asked me if I remember things, and then you’ve basically said but do you really though.

Art (as Duvall): Yeah but do you really though?

Dre (as Chine): Yeah.

Art (as Duvall): Ok, no thats thats great.

-CUT-

Austin (as Gillum): Chine! Chine! Calm down!

Austin: And this is the voice of Gillum who was your mentor as a cleaver,

Dre: mhm

Austin: I think we’ve talked about this and I think you’ve said that you dont neccessarily remember Gillum

Dre: Chine does not remember Gillum, no.

Audio Ends]

[skellebonez]

Could you write 22 “Oh, you’re just grumpy” with Monkie King and a deage MK?

OOOOH coming back to this? Yeah, I am totally up for giving this another go! MK is having a not so great time, nothing warning worthy but I do HC him not being the healthiest kid. Mild spoilers for season 2 episodes 1 and 2.

Oh, you're just grumpy.

"Noooooooo!" MK shouted, stomping his foot on the ground in anger. "I'm not grumpy, I'm mad! You can't let them leave me behind! Take me back! I'm the Monkie Kid! I have to do this myself! I-"

"You are currently physically 4 years old with all the control over your powers of that age," Sun Wukong rebutted with a soft sigh, frowning and wincing at the high pitched angered scream in reaction he received at that. That was... not the best way to go about this... He needed a different tactic.

He knelt down to be at eye level with his now even younger protégé, holding out his hand. When MK stared at it he chanced putting it on his shoulder and continued when MK didn’t shrug it off or start yelling again. “Bud, MK, it’s ok. I know you’re frustrated. You have every right to be! But we just want to make sure you’re safe until we can get you back to normal.”

This was not the kind of trouble the Monkey King expected to happen immediately before... well, put a cork on that for now. But this wasn't the kind of trouble be expected to happen regardless of time frame. How in the world anyone managed to not only curse an object in this way but find a way to slip it on his student was anyone's guess. But the fact of the matter was that MK, the Monkie Kid himself, was now physically 4 years old. Mentally, he was still the same age he was before the curse, personality and memories still completely intact... for the most part, it became clear to them very quickly that being physically a kid again came with more than just a smaller body. It came with the mood swings and heightened emotions of “kid brain” as Mei called it, when MK immediately burst into tears at just the mention of being left behind so Mei and the others could go after the demon. And then he couldn’t figure out why he was crying, whether from frustration or worry or both or why he even started, which lead to more crying out of sheer confusion, which made everyone feel very bad.

They’d managed to calm him down long enough for the Monkey King get him on his cloud and bring him to Flower Fruit Mountain in case the demon attempted to go after him like this, but that was short lived once they actually made landfall.

"But I can do this!" MK continued, pouting and tears of frustration starting to peak at the corners of his eyes once again, albeit calmer frustration. "I-I beat the Spider Queen! I can handle one demon who had to slap a bracelet on me to make me a kid to beat me, even if I'm tiny! I can kick his butt!"

"I know you can, Bud," Wukong said evenly, offering him an understanding smile. "And normally I'd let you go in guns blazing and know you could handle everything no problem now! You've more than proven you can handle stuff even I couldn't. If you were just shrunk I wouldn’t dare think you couldn’t handle this." He reached out a hand, ruffling his hair far more gently that he normally would. But still rough, rough enough to let him know he wasn't going to just treat him like glass now. "But this is a bit different. Remember what I said when Macaque was having you use your full power?” MK scowled for a second before nodding. “Using your powers like this? Could hurt you. And I don’t want to see you get hurt like that. Heck, even I would have trouble controlling my powers and probably get hurt if I was turned into a little kid monkey man, and if this happened to me I would trust you if you told me to stay safe."

"... you would?" MK asked softly, and Wukong nodded. Maybe it was a... bit of a stretch of the truth. Sun Wukong would probably need some convincing too (Great Sage title leading to Great Misjudgement sometimes, the previously mentioned Spider Queen fight a key example), but that's just one more thing he and MK had in common.

"Course I would,” Wukong said, and given said convincing that was the truth. “I trust you, MK, and-AGH!" He may be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, but nothing prepared him for the barreling rocket that was a 4 year old launching themselves at him to hug him with all the strength of... well, himself!

"I trust you too!" MK yelled right in his ear and oh if he thought his student had a loud yell before. But that only lasted for a second before he pulled back from the hug, body limp and head rested on his shoulder as the energy seemed to sap a bit from him as Wukong stood back up and he held him on his hip instead of setting him down when he saw the bright red rings around his eyes and how tired he seemed already... Tang had mentioned that he knew MK wasn’t exactly the healthiest as a child... "But... I feel bad not doing anything..."

"Then we can do something, that's an easy fix!" Wukong laughed, and his chest warmed as he was reminded of the few children he had helped take care of or play with while on the long journey centuries ago. He was a softie, really. "No training though, I am not going to body slam you when you come up to my knees."

This apparently was the magic joke to make, making MK devolve into a fit of giggles. A testament to how this cursed object affected him, he never would have giggled at that without it. Probably... MK had an odd sense of humor sometimes. But then again, so did he!

"Actually... I think I have just the thing for us to try."

~

All things considered, Wukong probably should have expected something like this. He did tell MK that he probably didn’t have much control over his powers. And that using his powers was a bad idea. And Tang did warn him he wasn’t a healthy child. The three together were a bad combo when his powers activated with MK’s unconscious reactions to certain things...

“How you feeling, Bud?” Wukong whispered softly, rubbing his back as he laid face down on his couch. He’d barely used his powers at all, just activated his true sight to find ingredients when they were cooking without even thinking about it, but that was enough to make the kid’s head feel like it was splitting open (in symptoms that sounded like a migraine, which... yeah, he felt really bad for him, and the jolt of worry and fear that shot through him surprised him less than he felt it should). “Still bad?”

There were a few of Wukong’s monkeys hanging out on the couch, one in particular was curled up next to MK’s head. Perhaps they were keeping him company while he wasn’t feeling well and nodded off in the process.

“I think I’m ok now,” MK answered, sitting back up and leaning into the Monkey King’s side (he seemed to seek out contact a lot more like this, letting Wukong carry him to the house, leaning on his shoulder when he showed him how to prepare the snacks they were making, now this... it made him wonder just how much physical affection he got as a kid). He looked leagues better than he had just 40 minutes ago, thankfully not nearly as exhausted as he had looked before he laid down. “Headache went away... I dunno, a while ago. But I didn’t wanna get up.”

“Completely understandable,” Wukong nodded in approval, glad that he’d gotten some form of rest. He needed it after everything he had been through. “You feel like getting up now, though? I made us some lunch... dinner... not desert food! Just like I promised.”

“Yeah!” MK exclaimed, immediately jumping off the couch and making his way to the kitchen like a rocket. “How about our snacks, how much longer do they have? Do you think we did ok? Do you think the others are gonna like em!?”

“They still have well over an hour of sitting in the fridge,” Wukong laughed, following him and watching him scramble to sit on one of the chairs at the table. “But I think we did a pretty good job of making annin tofu for the first time. They already look pretty darn delicious.” The almond jelly dish wasn’t as hard as he believed it would be, and using agar even he would be able to enjoy it... once he added some peaches on top, of course! “But that’s for later, for now what do you think of your meal?” MK looked up from his bowl, a spoonful of rice and vegetables already in his mouth. Wukong couldn’t help but laugh. “I think I’ll take that as a job well done.”

The two ate their respective lunches, rice and steamed vegetables for MK and rice and fruits for Wukong, talking about what dishes they could try making together in the future. Being a monkey Wukong had a very limited pallet for what he could (and would, given other circumstances) actually eat, so brainstorming workaround for that was a great way to pass the time before moving back to the couch. They played some, shockingly not Sun Wukong related, games that he had stashed away (and he was very offended by MK’s disbelief that he had media not related to himself in his house, totally offended). The game was one of those ones with a motion controller that you had to move around to play, and MK was having a blast with it.

The monkeys also seemed to be enjoying the show quite a lot.

Before the two knew it the sun had begun to set, MK’s grip on his controller starting to weaken as he sat down on the couch and attempted to keep his eyes open. Even with his rest earlier he was exhausted.

“Did anyone... tell you anything yet?” He asked softly, once again leaning into Wukong’s side with a yawn.

“Not yet,” Wukong admitted, looking at MK’s phone for the fourth time in he hour. “Not since they told me they found out where the demon went. But that probably means they’re focused on catching him! They’re gonna get the guy, I have a good feeling about it.”

“If you say so...” MK mumbled out, the controller slipping from his grasp as he closed his eyes.

“UH.. Bud? MK?” Wukong gently nudged his student, smiling softly when he realized that he’d just fallen asleep. “OK, that game clearly did it’s job a little too well.” He made to stand up, stopping short when something tugged on his clothing. MK had an iron grip on him, holding tight to his side and not looking like he was going to be letting go any time soon.

Well... Wukong didn’t have the heart to make him let go or chance waking him up to move him... so instead he took a hair and poofed up a blanket to lay over top of MK as he made himself comfortable on the side of the couch. It didn’t take long, and it took even less time for the monkeys around the house to curl up around and on top of the duo.

It was nice... Wukong didn’t want to admit it, but he was going to miss this. Not just when MK was changed back to his normal age, but when he had to... “go on vacation”.

He felt bad, lying to his student. His kid, now that he realized he couldn’t keep from admitting that to himself. But he trusted MK, genuinely trusted him in this regard, to keep everyone in the city safe while he was gone and he didn’t want the extra stress of knowing just what Wukong was really doing to weigh him down. He knew how much MK worried, seen how much anxiety he had after Macaque and the fight with the Spider Queen, how hard it would be to keep him from following him into places that were too dangerous for him to traverse without training they hadn’t completed yet.

He... really regretted not training him more in the beginning. Regretted it more than most things he had lately. Maybe if he had he could have explained things to him better. Known that if he did sneakily follow him he would at least be in much less danger.

He couldn’t let himself be too close after this. He’d have to go back to normal, aloof, jokey, “ah you’re fine cool beans good luck bud I believe in you!” Monkey King. For MK’s sake.

As he looked down at the sleeping child curled into his side he had to make himself believe it was for MK’s sake.

Why did that feel like it was a lie?

[amarimaryllis]

I Do Not Think I Would (Bokuto x Reader)

Pairing: Bokuto/Reader

Prompt/Summary: The rational side of you tells you to leave, but for Bokuto Koutarou, you choose to stay. Alternatively, Bokuto Koutarou’s fangirls are ruthless.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Haikyuu Timeskip Spoilers

Note: I used she/her pronouns for the reader, Bold Italicized sentences are excerpts from the poem “Love is Not All” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Warnings: Mild Swearing, Mentions of self-hate, Mentions of insecurity, Bokuto has toxic fans

Part of A Sensitivity to Ephemera

You met Bokuto Koutarou in your 3rd year at Fukurodani, but you had known of his existence for longer. It was hard to not know of Bokuto Koutarou if you studied in Fukurodani. Hell, it was hard to not know of him if you studied in Tokyo in general. Aside from the fact that he was the embodiment of solar energy, Bokuto Koutarou also had a ton of admirers.

Fangirls

Fanboys.

And everything in between and beyond.

However, the first time you ever interacted with him was in Honda-sensei’s room. It was quick, a brief encounter that promised longer ones. Bokuto’s grades had been slipping, and you were his assigned tutor.

“Bokuto-san, this is L/N-san from Class 6.” Honda-sensei introduces you two briefly. “She’ll be tutoring you until your grades are back to… Satisfactory. I trust you to not give her a hard time.”

“Nice to meet you, L/N-san!” Bokuto bows briefly, the grin plastered on his face, unfading. However, there’s a sense of urgency in his stance, vibrating, itching to run off. Probably because he had volleyball training, and nothing in this world could keep Bokuto Koutarou from his beloved sport.

You didn’t know why, but your heart was beating a little bit faster than normal.

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink

Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;

After a few weeks of tutoring, Bokuto’s grades were slowly getting better. It wasn’t “satisfactory” yet, according to Honda-sensei, but you guys were getting there. As a celebration, right after volleyball practice, Bokuto drags you to the closest cafe and tells you to choose anything you want because it was “on him” as he enthusiastically stated.

“Bokuto-san, you didn’t have to.” You mumble bashfully as Bokuto sets a tray down and seats across from you.

“Don’t worry about it!” Bokuto grins as he slides the food over to you. “It’s the least I can do since you’ve been such a great tutor.”

A small smile makes its way to your face. “I guess I’ll take it then. Thank you for the food!”

As you eat, you can see Bokuto’s eyes continuously flitting back and forth between a spot on your face and away from it. He looked hesitant, but your sudden speaking urges him to reply.

“Is there anything on my face?” You furrow your brows, raising a hand to wipe at your cheek.

“Ah yeah, wait, not there.” Bokuto reaches over the table, a large hand cupping your cheek before he presses his thumb to the corner of your mouth and swipes to remove whatever it was on your face. “You had sauce on your face.”

Fire and ice could co-exist at once, you concluded. Because if it didn’t, then you would like to present yourself as evidence. You were frozen, but inside you, there was an inferno of different emotions swirling, sparked by a single touch on your skin.

That night, after Bokuto had walked you home and you had settled in for the night, you dreamt of black and white streaks paired with the brightest golden eyes. You let yourself dream. You knew that this was the closest you could get to him. The real world wasn’t as kind to you after all.

While you slept soundly, Bokuto walked home. It was raining, but it didn’t matter to him because as the rain drops onto his skin, he wished that it was your touch that fell upon him instead. And for a second as he imagines, it almost felt like it was.

And though he so desperately wished for it as he lied in bed, slumber never came. Instead, in its place, were a hundred different stories, a hundred different futures, a hundred different lifetimes, and they all ended with the sight of a bashful smile, and the prettiest eyes.

Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,

Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;

You gripped at your skirt tightly, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape your eyes. Fear gripped your chest as you watched Bokuto’s sleeping figure from your place on the chair beside the bed. There had been a small accident during Fukurodani’s practice match, a small collision, but it was enough to send him to the infirmary and you running after him.

It was stupid, you think to yourself. You had rushed to the clinic the moment your break started, and by the time you reached the room, you were a mess. The nurse only gave you a cheeky smile before she patted your back and said, “Don’t worry about your boyfriend. It’s a minor injury and it was probably just an ant bite for someone like him.”

Ant bites didn’t usually require sleep for recovery.

Also, he wasn’t your boyfriend, but you’d be the biggest liar on earth if you said that you didn’t want him to be. You were just his tutor. Sure you’d been tutoring him for a long time, and that was enough to form a friendship of sorts, but that was all you’ll ever be: a friend. So why were you acting like you were something more? Friends get concerned, they’ll drop by, check on you, go off once they realize it’s minor and you’re in good hands, and then wait for you to recover. They don’t stay, fussing, practically crying, and worrying over something so small.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that the sudden placement of a heavy palm on your head startles you.

Bokuto chuckles as he takes in your disheveled state. Your eyes are damp, your hair is slightly messed up, and your skirt is still tight in your grip, but even then, he still couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way you looked. “Hey hey hey, did I make you worry that much?”

You can’t help it. He’s recovering, you know that, but you couldn’t stop yourself from lunging at him and enveloping him in a hug. “I hate you so much. Promise me you’ll never make me worry like that ever again.”

Bokuto chuckles and you could feel the vibrations since you two were practically chest-to-chest. “If making you worry means you’ll hug me like this, then I don’t think I can make any promises.”

“Bokuto-san…” You attempt to pull away, but find yourself unable.

Sturdy arms wrap around your waist, and your frozen figure is pulled tighter against Bokuto’s body as he engulfs you with his larger frame. “Do you like me, Y/N-chan?”

You freeze.

Oh hell no.

Out of all the conversations in this world, this one was the one you did not want to have, especially not when you were emotionally vulnerable. You didn’t know if you had enough control over yourself to give the proper answers.

“What? No! I mean yes? You’re my friend, of course I like you.” Your fight or flight response to this conversation seems to have given you ample strength to pull away. You attempt to stand straight and face this problem head on, but your feet are pointing you towards the exit.

Ready to run. From this conversation. From your feelings. From rejection.

Bokuto raises a brow, a teasing grin on his face. “Oh, really?”

Contrary to popular belief (see: Honda-sensei), Bokuto Koutarou was not stupid. Very far from it. While he’s not academically gifted, he’s definitely smart on the people side of things.

You were an open book, and Bokuto was taking his time rereading every page.

“I…” You’re unable to answer, unable to find the words that would make the impending rejection hurt less.

“Well, if it helps—“ Bokuto sits up and sets his feet on the ground, lightly grabbing you to make you stand between his legs. “—I like you a lot.”

Your heart stops. Your world stops. Everything just stops. You’re gaping at Bokuto, mouth closing and opening as you try to find the proper words. You want to reply, eloquently, confidently, to save what’s left of your dignity, but you can only blink back at him.

You weren’t expecting this. Bokuto wasn’t expecting this.

A wave of uncertainty flashes through Bokuto’s eyes, and for a second, he wonders if he misread the situation. “Hey, it’s ok if you don’t feel the same—“

“Wait, no! That’s—“ You take in a deep breath, attempting to calm your racing heart as you try to find your next words. For someone who usually kept a level head, you sure weren’t acting like it. “That’s not it at all. I just… Are you sure?”

Bokuto is confused. He could understand the words individually. He could understand the sentence too, but he couldn’t understand its relevance in this context. What did you mean by ‘are you sure?’. Would he tell you if he wasn’t? Why wouldn’t anyone be sure about you? I mean, it’s you.

“Yes? Why wouldn’t I be?” Bokuto grabs your hand, and he laces his fingers through yours.

You don’t answer as you attempt to arrange your whirlwind of insecurity into one coherent sentence that could sum it all up. You didn’t want to burden him with an entire monologue of self-deprecation, but you couldn’t find a way to express the years of insecurity into one sentence that could do that feeling justice.

Bokuto sees this, and his heart breaks for a second. He was familiar with it. He knew those feelings all too well.

Uncertainty.

Doubt.

Self-Hatred.

“Can I kiss you?” Bokuto blurts out, and as he watches you get flustered, he thinks that this is a much better look on you compared to the one you were previously wearing.

You don’t speak. You just nod.

With that, Bokuto grabs you by the waist and reaches up to press his lips against yours.

It was Bokuto who broke the kiss, breathless as he pressed his forehead to yours. It was almost as if you had taken his breath away to breathe a new life into him with a simple kiss. You can feel his warm breath against your lips, his calloused hands gripping at your waist, and at the same time, you feel nothing. Maybe this is what it felt like to know of everything and nothing all at once. Hyperaware of every feeling, every part of your body that was connected to his, but at the same time you felt weightless, floating on a plane that didn’t seem to exist on earth.

“Can I do that again?” Bokut asks with a grin.

You don’t answer, simply grabbing at his collar and smashing your lips against his.

That was how your love story with Bokuto Koutarou started.

And you wish it ended there.

It well may be that in a difficult hour,

Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,

Bokuto’s fans were ruthless.

Bokuto’s fans are ruthless.

The toxic fangirls? Even more so.

Not all of them are terrible to you, some are kind, but there are enough bad apples that you start wanting to run away the moment you see the tree. His fangirls during highschool only ever went as far as gossipping and making snide remarks, but now that you were older and Bokuto was part of the MSBY Black Jackals, they had gotten worse.

Facebook? You don’t spend time there anyway.

Instagram? You’ve always avoided that place.

Twitter? Ah, good luck.

People are ruthless when they hide behind a screen and a fake name. Anonymity has a way of sparking bravery in even the most sheltered souls. There wasn’t a single tweet on your account that had no comment telling you how you’re not good enough, how Bokuto probably only stayed out of pity, how he’d probably break up with you soon, how they could make him happier than someone like you ever could.

Bokuto doesn’t know. He doesn’t have to know. You don’t want to tell him.

You’re never going to tell him.

It’s pathetic, you think to yourself. You’re afraid that if Bokuto saw these comments, the rose-colored glasses he wore would shatter. You were afraid that these tweets would tip him off the edge and plunge him into the sea of realization. The realization that he could do so much better than someone like you.

You were tired. So tired that you just want to give in to the comments and leave. It’s logical, after all. Bokuto would find someone much better than you. He’d go off, marry a girl deserving of him, and she’ll give him a family, a future, and a life worthy of someone like him. And you? You’d be free. Alone, heart destroyed beyond repair, but free. You could move on, move away, move as far as you could: out of sight, out of mind. It was so easy.

Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,

But you couldn’t.

The only thing you could do was stare at the tweets that dissected each and every single one of your insecurities and laid it bare, waved it around freely for the world to see and judge. You could only let the tears fall as the laptop screen glared back at your face. Everything is numb and you don’t feel like yourself as you scroll through every single comment and find yourself agreeing with each and every single one.

Sobs wrack throughout your body as it all becomes too much.

You’re too weak to stay, too weak to leave. So where do you go? Where the hell are you supposed to place yourself in this world when it feels like everything is going against you? Why was the world doing this to you? Why did it have to be you? You weren’t strong enough for this. You weren’t good enough for this, you never were, never are, and never will be--

“Love?”

You immediately slam the laptop shut and throw the covers over your body as if you had been there the whole time instead of sitting at the edge of the bed and crying over comments.

“Hey…” The side of the bed sinks. “Bad day?”

The fucking worst. You thought to yourself, but you only shook your head before burying your head deeper into the covers of your shared bed.

“Don’t wanna talk about it?” You can hear the worry in Bokuto’s voice as he places his hand on your waist over the blanket, rubbing up and down to soothe you.

Some part of you finds the courage to speak, and the words tumble out of your mouth faster than your brain can process them. “Why are you still with me?”

“Because I love you.” Bokuto doesn’t hesitate as he looks at your still-covered figure.

“What if you stop?” You mumble, but it was loud enough for Bokuto to hear,

“Not possible.” Bokuto gently pries the blankets away from you, uncovering your form that was curled up into a fetal position.

“But— Just—“ You turn the other way, unable to look at him. “What if you do?”

“Like I said—” You can feel the mattress behind you dip lower, sturdy arms moving to wrap around your waist as Bokuto nuzzles his face into your nape. “—not possible.”

With that, the tears start flowing once more.

You bury your face into the pillow, not wanting to show Bokuto because you knew that the sight of you crying wasn’t something he liked. He hated seeing you in distress, and he hated that the only thing he could do was talk you through it and comfort you.

“Hey hey hey…” Bokuto pulls away and makes you sit up straight before he sits against the headboard and pulls you to sob into his chest. “Where’s this coming from? What’s wrong?”

“Everything’s wrong.” You spat angrily, your grip on his shirt tightening. Anger at yourself, anger at the universe, all summed up in a single sentence. “Nothing ever goes right anymore, and I’m just—“

Your speaking is interrupted as another wave of sobs. “I’m so tired.”

You can feel Bokuto freeze, his hand that was rubbing your back stopping as he takes in your words. “Of what?”

“Everything.” You murmur, your grip on Bokuto’s shirt loosening as you press your forehead against his neck. “Just everything.”

“Does that include me?” You can hear Bokuto’s voice waver as his grip around you gets weaker. “Are you… Are you breaking up with me?”

You’re silent for a while. Was this it? Was the universe making the choice for you?

Whatever it was, you take it.

You pull away and look down, unable to stare into Bokuto’s eyes. You didn’t know if you could pull through if you could see the look on his face as you say your next words. “If it means that it will all stop, then maybe I should.”

Bokuto’s heart shatters, and his world follows in its footsteps. He can feel the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He knew you had been acting off the past few days, but he gave you some space so that you could sort it out until you were ready to finally approach him. But this? He wasn’t prepared for this.

“Why?” There’s a painful tug at your chest as you hear Bokuto speak in such a broken tone. “Did I do something wrong?”

“It’s not you. It’s me.” You cringe inwardly at your statement. Of all the things you could’ve said, you just had to say the most overused line in all of break-up history. “Bokuto, you—“

“It’s Kou.” You can hear Bokuto’s voice crack at the end. “It’s not Bokuto to you, Y/N. It’s Kou. Whatever it is just tell me, please I can fix it—“

“I’m the problem, okay?!” You couldn’t stop yourself from raising your tone, standing up from the bed to distance yourself from Bokuto. “I’m not good enough for you. I don’t deserve you. They’re right when they say that you could do so much better than me—“

You’re cut off as a sob pulls itself from your chest. Your chest is tight, your head is throbbing. Your legs are shaky and you couldn’t stop yourself from falling to your knees as you continue to cry. “I-I just… I know I don’t, but I-I’m so tired of b-being constantly r-reminded that I’m never g-going to be enough.”

“Y/N, none of that is true. Who told you that?” Bokuto’s tone gives away the pain he was feeling, but there was a hint of anger underneath it all.

You don’t answer, shaking your head, continuing to sob as Bokuto moves from the bed to kneel in front of you.

“Love, who told you that?” Bokuto places a comforting hand on your thigh as his other hand lightly grabs you by the chin to make you look at him.

“Everyone.” You wondered how pathetic you looked in his eyes right now. “Not a single day passes by where I’m not reminded by your fans. It’s stupid to keep listening to them, but they’re right—“

Bokuto cuts you off with a brief kiss, just enough to shut you up to give him a chance to speak as he moves to cup your cheek in his palm. “No, they’re not. They never will be.”

You don’t reply. You don’t argue, but you don’t agree either.

“Don’t break up with me, please.” Bokuto cups your face with both of his hands, occasionally brushing his thumb over your cheek as he presses his forehead against yours. “You mean the world to me. You’re absolutely perfect the way you are, and I know you don't believe that.”

You sob at that, and Bokuto is quick to press a kiss against your forehead and pull you into his chest. “If I have to spend my entire life reminding you of that then I will.”

I might be driven to sell your love for peace,

Or trade the memory of this night for food.

Bokuto hovers over you, his arms on either side of your holding him up as he looks at you with the most lovestruck look you’ve ever seen on someone.

“You’re perfect.” Bokuto whispers against your lips before he presses a searing kiss against your lips. “Absolutely perfect.”

Bokuto presses his weight against yours, pulling your bodies closer to each other as he continues to kiss you breathless. You wrap your arms around his neck, an attempt to blur the boundaries of skin, muscle, and bone that separate your soul and his. He pulls you closer against him, his fingers digging deeper into the flesh of your hips as he trails his kisses down your neck and every expanse of skin that was laid bare for him.

“I love you so much.” Bokuto whispers repeatedly against your skin between every kiss he puts on you. “So much.”

As you laid beside Bokuto, his arms wrapped around your waist and your face nuzzling into his bare chest, the thoughts of ever leaving slowly become more distant and fade away into oblivion. His chest rises and falls, and you find your breathing slowly matching his as you observe his sleeping face, peaceful, unbothered by all the troubles of the world beyond your bedroom.

You smile to yourself. All rational thought tells you to leave, but for Bokuto Koutarou...

It well may be. I do not think I would.

A/N: That’s two parts of the collection down, and three more to go! This one was supposed to be the lightest out of the five, but my finger slipped so... Whoops? HAHAHAGDHDHSJHS Anyway, I hope you guys like this one! 💖

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For the event, can I request a classic Ango visiting Oda's grave? Just friendship or very mild shipping.

Ango visiting oda’s grave

Author’s note: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I Just wrapped up senior year finals and graduation stuff!!! This could be read as platonic or romantic.

⚠️TW: DEATH, ANGST, CRYING, HURT NO COMFORT⚠️

Manga spoilers

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Ango didn’t visit Oda often. He was usually drowning in work, or whenever he did have the time, Dazai was there. And their strained friendship was not something Oda needed to see, in Ango’s opinion. However, he decided to take the day off on his friend’s, (is it former friend now? It’s not like it mattered (matters?) much anymore) birthday, with an offering of curry and some nice flowers.

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“Greetings Oda, sorry it’s been so long.”

There was no response, he didn’t know what he expected to happen, it was just quiet, with tension so thick it could be cut with a knife.

“In case you were wondering, work’s been crazy since the armed detective agency was accused of terrorism…”

…

“Dazai’s across the world, he’s in prison for everything from the mafia…you know the things, figured since he couldn’t come today you deserved to at least see someone, even if that someone didn’t treat you the best when you were around…”

Nothing was ever heard, but he could swear he felt like someone was watching him. His eyes quietly scanned the area trying to find any spies. He saw nothing.

“Well,” he said, wiping the tears off his cheeks, “I guess Dazai kept you pretty up to date before he was taken.”

…

He couldn’t hold anything back anymore. It started with a single tear drop on the back of his hand. Then a sob. After a couple minutes he was wailing. “I-I’M SO SORRY ODASAKU!!! You deserved a better friend when you were alive! You didn’t deserve a desk worker betraying your trust! You didn’t deserve to die!!!”

In the middle of his breakdown he felt a hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok.” He heard. But when he turned around to see who said it, the touch was gone, and that voice he knew all to well was gone to.

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