#only one person recognized it but I'm glad somebody did

[go-go-devil]

Nothing like going to a record convention to kick off the new year, and holy hell did I have a successful hunt! In fact, this may very well be the BEST haul I've ever taken home in my history of vinyl hunting!

So many records that I'd been waiting literal years to find out in the wild were all found during my first 20 minutes at the place: Acquiring the Taste, Pawn Hearts, In Camera, Spirit of Eden, and even a reasonably priced copy of Wish You Were Here! About damn time too, it was painful going so long without the LAST Pink Floyd album I needed in my collection T_T

I even stumbled upon some rare, unexpected finds. I've known about Sally Oldfield's Water Bearer for close to a decade yet this is the first time I've ever seen anyone carry her. Same with the Gong and Steve Hillage record and especially Art Bears. As for the Stevie Wonder album, I grabbed it because it has "Higher Ground" which is one of my favorite songs of his, but I'm actually not familiar with the full record and am excited to check it out!

[wizlizbelle3]

You don't need to feel it real + What SATs actually is

I'm going to link a reddit success story which I think explains SATs best and it's something I needed to remind myself as well. There's so much misinformation out there and people who say "oh you need to use all your 5 senses to do SATs correctly"

NO! The whole point is to detach from the 3D and focus on that 4D space and you can't do that if you're using your senses. Also, SATs is a state where you can barely even remember what your desire even is. Everytime I did SATs correctly, I couldn't remember my scene.

The reason it didn't manifest in the 3D is because I realized I was too tired and just gave up and went to sleep. But if you'e in the same boat then this post is gonna be really helpful for you. Please read all the way through properly.

So SATs is literally a state akin to sleep. Akin means similar to. So a state where you're basically asleep but also awake. You can move your body but you don't *want* to. You're too relaxed and tired. It's not a magical position or something where you can only do sats if you don't breathe for 3 hours or something. You're literally supposed to be super tired and the main key to manifesting through SATs is that your desire should be the last thought before you let go of waking consciousness. That's why it manifests because you re-direct your focus onto your desire which your subconscious then takes into command to reflect in your 3D.

This person in the success story did not even visualize. They just accepted it before they fell asleep. They didn't even loop the affirmation. Just before they knew they were super tired and going to bed, they affirmed once that they will receive good news regarding the health of their father. That's it. In a few hours, when they woke up, they got the news that their father will be fine. But the one thing that stands out to me is that people misinterpret what Neville initially said about SATs and this person understood it unintentionally.

Here's an excerpt from Neville's Q & A that somebody posted in the comments:

Question: I would think that if you get too much into the sleepy state there would be a lack of feeling.

Answer: When I speak of feeling I do not mean emotion, but acceptance of the fact that the desire is fulfilled. Feeling grateful, fulfilled, or thankful, it is easy to say, “Thank You,” “Isn’t it wonderful!” or “It is finished.” When you get into the state of thankfulness, you can either awaken knowing it is done, or fall asleep in the feeling of the wish fulfilled.

So the key is not to force yourself to be happy or feel some emotion but to remind yourself that you have it. You have to ACCEPT that you have it. I asked Chatgpt how to accept something. Here's what bbgirl told me:

Recognize and Acknowledge

What to do: Acknowledge the reality of what you have, whether it's something physical, emotional, or situational.

For Positive Manifestations: Celebrate it and affirm, “This is mine now.”

For Challenges or Conditions: Gently affirm, “This is my current reality, and I accept it.”

Why it helps: Naming and recognizing something removes resistance and denial.

Practice Gratitude

What to do:

Be grateful for what you have. Say, “Thank you for this. I am so glad it’s part of my life.”

Focus on the benefits or lessons it brings.

Why it helps: Gratitude shifts your focus from resistance to appreciation.

Let Go of Resistance

What to do:

Notice if you’re resisting emotionally or mentally.

Practice letting go of "what ifs" or "why nots" by focusing on the present.

Why it helps: Resistance keeps you stuck. Letting go allows for smoother integration.

MY TIPS:

Thank yourself. "Omg thank you me for being so amazing".

Affirm. Robotic affirming DOES WORK and it helps majorly with any other technique you use. Some people can just understand what the void is and apply but people who are suffering a lot can have doubts so do the robotic affirming. Do everything you believe in so your mind doesn't have the option to resist. Replace your thoughts with you desires by affirming. Listen to the right subs (I updated my playlist and will update it further) and just relax. You have to remind yourself that you have it already.

Let me know if y'all have questions!

Edit: I'm sorry I didn't even attach the link lol https://www.reddit.com/r/NevilleGoddard/comments/130mrwo/i_finally_did_sats_right_and_it_felt_completely/

[mcflymemes]

PAST LIVES (2023) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

who do you think they are to each other?

i guess that doesn't make sense.

why are you crying?

what did you decide?

i will probably marry him.

you want to go on a date with him?

if you leave something behind, you gain something, too.

you're really leaving? you're never coming back?

there was so much in it that i responded to, but the one phrase that sticks with me the most is the line "the long journey is rotting."

who else should we look up?

think of it as a blessing that you broke up, and consider this a new beginning.

of course you miss her, you moron.

do you have a secret girlfriend or something?

who's messaging you at 3AM?

thank you for this meal.

did you drink a lot last night?

why are you in such a good mood?

i recognize you.

how are we meeting again like this?

i didn't even know that you remembered me!

i just looked for you as a joke, then i saw that you'd been looking for me.

i tried really hard to find you.

do you still cry a lot?

you would always stay with me whenever i was crying.

you can't cry in new york city.

i'm a really fun person to talk to.

what time is it there?

it doesn't make a lot of sense, but... can i even say something like this? i missed you.

i only speak korean with you and my mom.

you're the same as the 12 year old kid in my memory.

have you seen eternal sunshine of the spotless mind?

will you come to new york sometime?

will you come to seoul sometime?

i want us to stop talking to each other for a while.

i want to accomplish something here.

what are you sorry about? were we dating or something?

tonight, we drink 'til we die.

you got the worst room.

maybe you and i were somebody to each other in another lifetime.

do you believe that? that you and i knew each other in another life?

it's going to rain the whole time you're there.

i missed you. i was disappointed.

we're not together right now.

do you not want to get married?

i'm too ordinary.

my job is ordinary, my income is ordinary. it's all ordinary.

is it hard to get married if you don't make a ton of money?

want me to take a photo of you?

you look good.

why do you fight?

it's like planting two trees in one pot. our roots are finding their place.

you're worrying about me?

getting married is hard for idealistic people like you.

why did you look for me?

i just wanted to see you one more time.

i think i was a little pissed off because you just left.

you're right. there's nothing to be sorry about.

i don't have a right to be mad.

i'm not gonna miss my rehearsals for some dude.

we're not meant for each other.

we slept together because we both happened to be single.

you make it sound so romantic.

that's not how life works.

this is my life. and i'm living it with you.

this is where i ended up. this is where i'm supposed to be.

it's just that you make my life so much bigger, and i'm wondering if i do the same thing for you.

you're forgetting the part where i love you.

you never sleep talk in english. you only dream in korean.

i didn't know that. you never told me.

most of the time i think it's cute, but sometimes... i don't know. i get scared.

you dream in a language that i can't understand. there's this whole place inside of you where i can't go.

you really are exactly the same as i remember you.

when we stopped talking... i really missed you. did you miss me?

i don't know, seeing you again and being here makes me have a lot of weird thoughts.

what if you had never left? if you hadn't left like that, and we just grew up together, would i have still looked for you?

would we have dated? broken up? gotten married? would we have kids together?

you had to leave because you're you.

i think there was something in our past lives.

i never thought i'd be part of something like this.

i'm really glad you came here. it was the right thing to do.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

What would you do for a Ghost? Pt. 2.

They were looking at you, expectant, waiting for an answer, you were contemplating the idea, debating on what to do, after a few moments you sighed and looked at them.

- I'll do it, I'll help you. If this is the way I can help, then I'll do it, I'll take the risk. Follow me please.

You walked to a hidden door in your office, it was just where your security cameras were, you let them in, they were already preparing the microphone, you were looking at the three man when you felt a hand taking yours, you found yourself with Simon's eyes, he was worried, even if he tries to not show it, you knew him, you smiled at him.

- you don't have to do this, we can't find another way...

- Simon, it's fine, I want to help you, I owe you this! You saved me once, remember? Now it's my time to pay the debt.

- You don't owe me nothing...

- I still wanna help, let me help you.

He squeezed your hand softly and you did the same. Soap approached and Ghost let your hand.

- Alright... Ahhh... Sorry, I think Ghost didn't introduce us, I'm soap

- I'm (Y/n),

- nice name, well (y/n) put this on your... It can be your hair or your dress, you can decide that.

- okay. Stay here guys, you can check every interaction in every room, window, and door around this place, this is my personal security room, feel free to use it.

The phone rang again, you ran to it, fixed your hair, your dress and looked at the boys once more before leaving.

You walked to the VIP zone with a bright big smile, you found the man ghost has been following.

- Welcome Sir! Sorry, the phone call took me more time than I expected. What can I bring you?

- Hello little one, it has been a long time, you already know what I like to drink, please.

He took your hand and kissed it, that Russian accent, all the 141 can recognize it. Ghost is tense, nervous, angry, anxious and jealous? Why do you let this guy call you like that? Why are you allowing him to kiss you?

- The Best vodka is for my best client, are we waiting for more people or will it be only you tonight?

- Three more, darling.

That's all he said, you were quick, you came back with a few bottles of vodka and three glasses of ice, served.

- can I offer you something else Sir?

- why all this formality (y/n)? We've known each other for a long time, am I wrong?

He got up and Caressed your check running his finger all over until he stopped on your lips, you felt anxious running through your body, but did your best to keep yourself calm and give a small step back, creating enough distance between you and him.

- I'm sorry V, you're right, how are you? What have you been doing? You disappeared for a long time.

- Ahhh (y/n), I feel excited, I wish I could give you details but you will see, you will know it soon, but at the moment I can just tell you how happy I am to see you after all these years.

- I hope so, I'm glad you're back in town...

- (y/n) tell me something, are u single? You're so pretty for being single.

He barely looked at you, but you blushed, you couldn't stop thinking about Simon, he was listening to the conversation, you shouldn't be worried, you're just friends, no?.

While you were talking, Simon and the team were listening, but Soap was still curious about you and ghost.

- So, Lt. How did you and (y/n) meet?

- I helped her.

Simon and those simple answers, he knows that wouldn't be enough for Soap.

- did you help her? To do what or with what did you help?

Simon sighed, focused on you and his target.

- She lost her parents and old brother, somebody killed them, I found her escaping from the people who were following her, she was injured, I was walking to my house when I listened to all that noise, I saved her life and took her with me, when she got better she thanked me, gave me her number and the club's address, after that I started to visit her here, she talked to me about this place, the clients who visit it... That's why I thought we would obtain information here.

That's all he said. Soap didn't talk, so he turned to look at him, just to notice everybody was paying attention to his story.

- Was it love at first sight?

Gaz broke the silence with his question, Soap laughed and then stopped after looking at Simon's eyes.

- I didn't say that.

But In fact, he fell for you from the moment your eyes met his.

- yes but I think all of us noticed the way she looks at you, no... Soap? Price?

- Yes.

- affirmative.

Even the Captain agreed, maybe it is time to confess the feelings he has for you, more than ever before, because now his target, his enemy, is flirting with you.

Suddenly a conversation in Russian caught everybody's attention. They're focused on it. But ghost is focused in the way Vladimir Makarov is holding your waist.

You're too busy trying to be as close as possible to the conversation and be helpful to ghost and his team that you didn't notice how Vladimir is holding you.

- I'm glad you're back in the game Makarov!

- thank you, everybody worked hard all these years I can't be more pleased, I have to confess I'm also excited for what comes soon, without setbacks, am I right?

- indeed Sir, is all ready, the subway routes, I brought the map with me, just in case you want to check everything is in order.

- Good, let's check it quickly, but first, my dear (y/n) would you be so kind to bring us more vodka, please?

You smiled and kindly nodded at them and walked away. You were picking up a bottle and softly you whispered on the microphone.

- if someone is still in the security room, focus all the VIP cameras on the table you will have a clear view of the map they were talking about.

You went back with the bottle and new glasses, you were ready to leave again when Makarov took your hand.

- Don't leave darling, we actually were talking about you.

Your heart froze, an overdose of adrenaline was running through your body.

- Is it true this place is yours young lady?

- Oh... Yes sir, familiar business, I'm the last of my family though... So indeed I'm too young to run this place but I do my best to honor all the sacrifice my family put on this place.

- I must admit you're doing a great job, I like it, actually I was telling Makarov I would love to have a private event here to celebrate him. What do you think? Would that be possible?

- for sure, Vladimir is one of my best clients and an old friend of my parents, will be a great honor to me.

Makarov took your hand and you tried to avoid eye contact, continuing with the conversation and ignoring the interaction between you and him. The night ended quickly, you went back to your office and once you were sure no one would Interrupt you, you walk to the room with the guys, they thanked you for the help, they finally introduce themselves since Ghost forgot to do it once again, he was quiet, observing the interaction between you and the team, without saying anything, they were ready to leave, just waiting for ghost who asked you to talk in private.

- Simon, what's wrong? You've been quiet... More than usual.

- sorry about that, I wasn't sure about bringing all of them here, put you at risk, a lot of things ran into my head when I saw Makarov close to you... Flirting.

- I have to admit I was afraid, but thinking about you and that I was helping you, calmed me and made me feel brave, Si... I think I have to tell you, I... I love you Simon.

You didn't dare to look at him, you felt like you were doing something bad, but then his hand found yours, you looked up at him, he was staring at you with those soft eyes, His other hand caressed your cheek, he took off his mask quickly, before you could realize it, you were kissing, was a passionate kiss, with a taste of whiskey but sweet too, it was better than you imagined all this time. When he stopped you was already missing the taste of his lips and the touch of his hand on your cheeks.

His raspy voice provoked shivers through your whole body, he finally confessed what he feels.

- I love you too, I love you, I love you.

«Lt. We need to run!» He put the mask on again and looked at you, he gave you another kiss but this time in your forehead.

- I have to go, but I'll be back, we will talk about this, I promise you.

You smiled at him and hugged him, you wanted to live under his skin to never separate from him, but he was right, he needed to go.

- Okay, we'll talk about it, I'll be waiting for you Simon, I will be here.

- Makarov will not live long enough to put his hands on you and will not be able to flirt with my girl ever again, I'll take you to a proper date, I promise that too.

You laughed and squeezed his hand.

- Go, save the world Lt. And please come back to me.

[val-writesstuff]

Not Going Back

Summary: Your past seems to catch up to you but it's not who you expected to see

Wc: 1k+

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

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Bucky paced the hallway outside of Steve’s office as he waited. He knew he shouldn't have kept what he knew a secret, knew Steve had a right to know the truth. He just hadn't found a good time to bring it up; it's not exactly breakfast conversation.

When he heard Steve hang up his call in his office, he walked in, dropping the file he had put together on the desk with a thump.

Steve raised his eyebrows as he pulled the folder closer, flipping it open to a grainy black-and-white side-view shot of a woman. A voice in Steve's head said he knew her, but he couldn't place her. “What am I looking at here, Buck? Is this some Hydra scientist we need to take care of?”

Bucky sighed and paced for another moment before lowering himself into the chair opposite Steve’s desk. “We worked closely together when I was the winter soldier. She got out a few months after I did. When I got back, I started looking for her.”

“I’m glad you want me to help you, but who is she? Why is she so important that you've been looking for her since you returned? That’s a long time to look for one person, Buck.”

Bucky didn't get nervous often, but this might be the hardest thing he had done in a while. He steeled his nerves and took a deep breath before answering. “It’s your sister Steve. She's out there."

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*three months later*

I chew my lip nervously as I glance over my shoulder. There's no reason for anybody here to follow me, but I can't shake the feeling I'm being watched. I duck down an empty side street and lean against the brick wall of a nearby building. I reach into the pocket of my leather jacket and thumb at the switchblade.

With what I do for a living, it was stupid to think I could stay in one place for so long. I should've left months ago, but the people were so friendly I could almost pretend I wasn't in hiding, running from a past I could barely remember.

After a while, with nothing suspicious happening, I decide it’s safe enough to head back to the apartment I had just started calling “home.” Guess that was a mistake.

I rush into my apartment and start shoving things into my bags. One bag for clothes, one for weapons, kept it easy to pack. There were certain things ingrained in my head; one of them was ‘don't own things that you can not replace’  Sure, I could leave with nothing and be fine, but it was a pain in the ass, and I liked my stuff.

I leave and head off toward where I know I can steal a helicopter. I take side streets and back alleys, trying to hurry when I get that feeling again. That itch in the back of my brain tells me somebody is watching me, but when I look over my shoulder, there’s still nobody there.

Another twenty minutes of walking pass, and I can see the airport when I hear a crunch behind me. I spin around and see a blond man staring at me. He looks vaguely familiar, but I can't place him.

Grabbing a weapon from my bag would take too long, so I'm left with only my switchblade and ability. He doesn't look like he wants to fight me, so my best bet is to run.

I turn and take off at a sprint. No regular person can keep up with me, so I should be in the clear. I'm only a few feet away from my escape when something heavy slams into my side and grabs onto me.

I look to see what it is and see a face I could never forget; he haunts my dreams. They sent my own damn partner after me. I recognize the expression on his face; it's the same one he makes on missions just before the end. Angry, determined.

With a grunt, I raise my knee and kick his chest as hard as possible. I know I'll never be able to beat him, mainly because there's this tiny voice in the back of my mind screaming not to hurt him.

"I'm not going back!" I scramble away from him and leap to my feet. I snatch the switchblade from my pocket and flip it open. My other hand flexes, and I prepare to use the ability I had spent months shoving down.  "I'd die before I ever go back with you!" I spit out and glance between them. The blond still looks hesitant about this, so he should be easy to deal with. The soldier is challenging, but I can get out of here if I can just get past him.

I run towards him, and just before he reaches out to grab me, I hit the ground and slide between his open legs. Yet again, I run for my salvation, not pausing for my dropped bags.

Stupidly I think I'm in the clear when the other one grips my wrist and yanks me towards him. He wraps his arms around me tightly; my arms are trapped at my sides, and I try to slash out with my knife.

The soldier huffs as he snatches it away from me, closes it, and shoves it into his pocket.

"I'm not going back with you!" I jerk my head back and slam it into the chin of Mr. Hesitant. Winter immediately grabs me and tosses me like a sack of potatoes. I land with a grunt. I try to strike out at him, but he grabs my wrists in one hand, pinning them to the ground above my head.

"Doll, I didn't wanna hurt you, but you're not making this easy." his other hand is pinning my hips to the ground, and he's sitting on my legs, so I can't kick him off me. I look around, trying to find the other guy, when the unmistakable feeling of a needle pierces my neck. Found him.

“Fuck you!” I do my best to thrash and fight even as black spots begin to invade my vision.

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[ckret2]

Your human Bill stuffs were some of more engaging post-canon Bill Ciphers I ever have seen! Now I'm considering asking something about this dimension; Do townsfolk recognize human Bill as a same one who nearly destroyed the whole world? If they did, I can try and name some people as examples - Candy and Grenda, Old Man McGucket, Pacifica and her parents, Blubs and Durland.

Thanks, glad you're enjoying it so far!

Nobody will recognize Bill right at the outset. Consider chapter one where neither Soos nor Wendy recognize him as Bill; or a few chapters later when they take him to a diner and the waitress (a Gravity Falls local who definitely got caught up in Weirdmageddon) doesn't suspect anything. As a human, he just looks human.

The first person to actually recognize him was Ford, and that's because Ford knows Bill better than anybody else, Ford heard his voice WITHOUT seeing his face (so he wasn't predisposed to thinking of this person as a human), and also Bill had just tried to murder him which is kind of a big clue to his identity.

Most people will be like Soos or Wendy: they won't suspect anything's up until/unless they start getting BIG hints, or else somebody tells them.

Right now, the only people who know Bill's a human are part of the Mystery Shack household: Dipper, Mabel, Stan, Ford, Soos, Abuelita, and Melody. I'm still shuffling around plot events, but I'm pretty sure the next person to find out will be McGucket, followed by the tooth fairy, followed by Gideon. Mr. What's-His-Face might be in there somewhere too, but like, he was cryogenically frozen during Weirdmageddon, he doesn't have the same reaction to Bill as most other Gravity Falls residents would.

As far as Candy and Grenda can tell, this person everybody is calling "Goldie" is probably a escaped convict, MAYBE some kind of ghost, and Mabel is trying to rehabilitate him into a Fun Older Brother/Sister type person. They're fine with this. He seems fun and he lets them sit on him when he's napping.

Pacifica IS gonna find out at some point, but I haven't plotted out exactly when yet; until then, her initial impression of him is that he has the most beautiful hair she has seen ever, anywhere, in her life. Her parents probably don't notice he even exists.

Blubs and Durland suspect NOTHING.

[galaxyseclipse]

(Agent 4)

Tier 0

3, 9, 15, 16, 20, 29

Tier 1

1, 10, 11, 15, 28

Tier 2

10, 12, 17, 18, 27

Tier 3

18

Tier 4

9, 21, 24

Tier 5

2

Tier 6

6, 11, 30

don't you smile mischievously at me /lh

though I did say "hit me" so maybe this is on me lol

but I will say: for future reference, maybe don't put 24 in one thing please

I like the long ones, and I'm glad y'all have that much interest in my characters, but that's a little excessive

Tier 0

3. What species are they? Any special notes?

They are an Inkling, specifically based on the hummingbird bobtail squid, so they glow.

9. Main tentacle color? How did they pick it?

Teal; they were born that way, but there has been some green creeping in lately :)

15. What is their main weapon? How did they pick it and why?

Dark Tetra Dualies. They like to feel powerful on the Reefslider and zip around with the more rolls.

16. Languages they speak? Any that they’ve learned or want to learn?

They speak Inklish mostly, but they know enough Octarian to carry a conversation pretty well(though their accent is usually somewhat off). They've lived with Ika long enough to start to recognize the occasional thing in Salmontongue, but definitely not enough to speak it(they can mostly only tell if they're talking about them).

20. What size are they? Are they average size for their species or not?

They are about 4' 10"(147 cm), so they're a little shorter than average.

29. What makes them cry? Is it a common sight?

They claim “nothing”, but that’s not true. They just don’t like people seeing them cry so they avoid doing it in front of others.

Tier 1

1. Any pets? Do they want any?

They probably had small ones as a kid, but none currently. They're a little too busy for one("keeping up with squirt is basically like taking care of an animal").

10. How much does it take to trigger their Special Rush state? Do they get pumped fast?

Only slightly less than average; like you've got a couple Special Charge Up slots. They are Tsunami's cousin, after all. They are very easily excitable though.

11. Are they a good Super Jumper? Do they land their jumps?

They're pretty accurate, but they can't go super far. It's about a 50/50 shot on whether they'll land it properly(they don't have bones, they'll be fine).

15. Their favorite way to listen to music? Headphones, radio, et cetera?

Headphones, it's more private.

28. Anything they have too much of?

Everyone tells them "blankets and pillows", but they themself would say "cups". They just started accumulating them and before they knew it, they had a ton.

Tier 2

10. How often are they in swim form? How does it feel to them?

Really only when they're trying to hide or swimming, though hiding still doesn't work very well because half of their body still glows. They are very small like that so it's a little scary.

12. How do they sleep? How much do they usually need to sleep?

They sleep under a very large pile of blankets and pillows, saying they "need the weight to be comfortable". How much fully depends on how close exams and project deadlines are; swinging between the normal 10-ish hours, and zero.

17. Are they in a relationship? Do they want to be?

They are dating Marie. They try to keep it lowkey for her sake.

18. Any past relationships? Why did they end?

No, they were never really a "relationship oriented" person. They had crushes, but they never went anywhere.

Tier 3

18. If they could be any other species, would they? And what would they be?

No, they're pretty content the way they are now.

Tier 4

9. Any short-term color change? Which emotions trigger which colors in them?

Not really other than for ink battles and stuff. Their tentacles get more or less saturated depending on their current mood, and their spots glow more or less in the same way.

21. What do they find attractive in somebody?

Personality first; if they can properly match their energy and look good while doing so? Instant attraction.

24. How often are they sick? How do they handle it?

Other than the frequent migraines, not super often. They're the kind of person who says, "if I can do [insert fun thing] I can do actual work" when sick and powers through it, even if they're on the verge of passing out.

Tier 5

2. Anything they are dreading or horribly afraid of in their current life?

The heat-death of the universe.

And some of the stuff they've done as an agent catching up to them.

Tier 6

6. What is their preferred weather? What is the worst one?

They like warm, sunny weather the most, and hate the cold(another cited reason for the blankets).

11. Are they doing alright mentally? And is their “alright” ACTUALLY alright?

Yes and no? Probably not, especially if they’re saying they’re “fine”.

30. Are they a good person? In their own opinion.

Objectively, yeah, but they sometimes struggle with thinking that.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

🔥 give me two , one about shipping , one about following / unfollowing — all good if you don't have an ' unpopular ' opinion per se ! just happy to hear your thoughts

✧ ━━ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 "🔥" 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐏��𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝙼𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂

I'm really glad you said that the opinion doesn't actually have to be unpopular because I have no idea what's considered a popular opinion or not (☛ ´∀｀*)☛ I know I'm always writing on here but I genuinely know nothing about anything on tumblr outside of the circle that I'm in, and I don't really take part of fandom except at cons. So I'll just list a few things I guess and we'll go from there ━

I don't like the idea of characters "deserving each other". I think what matters most is that the feelings are mutual and not one-sided. Not only that but sometimes people use this as a way to justify horrible things happening to said ship or between them? I dont know I'm just not a fan of the connotation.

Shipping real people feels ... icky to me, and like an invasion of privacy. I know a lot of idol/ k-pop companies push it, though. I'm not talking about "oh they look so cute!" I mean like ... 20+ minute analysis videos. If someone made one about me I'd be horrified so ━ I can't really support it being done to somebody else, even if it is innocent at heart, the feeling behind it is just ... not good.

I genuinely can't stand it when a ship that's going to inevitably be complicated and rather fucked up gets turned into a purely fluffy relationship. Granted I enjoy fluff as much as the next person, and anyone can show tenderness towards those they love, but my goodness please let the characters continue to be messed up.

Thaaat being said I can’t see any enjoyment in watching or reading two characters mercilessly abuse one another in a nonconsensual or purely hateful way. Play fighting, both being equally weird and mirroring eachother or general bickering doesn't count - obvs - but if a ship becomes abusive I'll step back from it. I know I know! But Egg you JUST said "keep the relationship and characters fucked up"! Yes! I did, and that doesn't mean that that messed up relationship is abusive or horrible for those characters specifically because its something they both enjoy/willingly take part in. Continuing about this because this is for my own tastes: Its okay to enjoy darker ships and toxic ships! This doesn't mean the person who is enjoying the content believes abuse is alright.

I find that stories that only revolve around romance tend to be extremely dull to me a lot of the time. There should be an idea of where the story is going without romance included, and if the ship comes along then it does. I think those are the ships that tend to feel the most natural since the characters interact without a specific romantic end goal in mind, which makes it all the more sweet when they do come to recognize their feelings as its come from them and not the destined plot ━ I just like it that way though and people can like whatever, y'know?

Possessiveness in ships is like ... very hit or miss for me in how it's portrayed. There's certain instances where its fun but others where it makes me wanna die. Mutual possessiveness/obsession though? Ohooho that is fun to play with, so long as it doesn't become abusive or unbalanced/unwanted by one of the parties. Man - tsk - idk anymore I feel like my opinion is so all over the place but like this all spins back to the toxic abusive relationships being a no no for me like as long as the insanity is consensual between two adults that both like it ? Yeah - that's fine. Does that make sense? I could probably go into stuff about Vladibin with this ( me and borb were talkin about it ) but I won't because I will go on forever and this is already WAYYY longer than I originally intended.

As for unfollowing it's ... whatever to me? There's obviously mutuals that if I lost I'd be really confused/wondering what happened + sad about it but I would still keep my distance; but for the most part I'm unaffected by it ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ I used to care a lot but I grew out of that within like ... 4 months. I know people grow out of their likes and what they want to view, or that they assumed my blog was something else and upon it not being what they wanted, unfollowed - which again, is valid! I don't know I just don't think unfollowing is anything personal ( like, 95% of the time ofc there's always the small percentage that is ). Don't harass people who block you or try to get around the block, things we've heard a thousand times. ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ̀ˋ I think though, that if you have been mutuals/friends with someone for a while and plan to unfollow - I think it would be most polite to message said friend to briefly explain why; especially since so many of us have anxiety sometimes it seems like an unfollow means the other party hates the other. It's just nice if you have a history with someone, not necessary, just polite (ง ื▿ ื)ว

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Submitting propaganda for You Are My Sunshine, which I think is in the next bracket.

The chorus of this song has become widely accepted as a children's lullaby. I suspect that most parents don't also sing the first verse, but my mother did. She would actually sing it as a follow-up to the chorus, although in the actual song it comes first.

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I bowed my head and I cried

As a child, I didn't have the context to understand this was actually a song about somebody being left by their lover. Obviously this was a song sung by a parent, and the implication of this verse was that the child had been abducted or killed.

Any hint of this song would make me cry, immediately. Even just the "you are my sunshine" chorus - once you've heard the verse as well, you recognize it for just a hopeless plea.

This was too much existential dread for a child. This is the only song in this bracket that I could say one hundred percent fucked me up as a person, developmentally. I'm so glad somebody submitted it.

Been holding onto this for a few days!

[stargazer-sims]

Journal Entry #55 (part one)

Journal Entry #54 // STORY INDEX

Victor

Let me tell you, I think I've had enough stress for this week.

Okay, so I know it's only been a few days since my last update, but stuff has happened. A lot of stuff, actually, and I need to unpack all of it somewhere, so here we are.

Exactly as I predicted, and probably to no one's surprise, Yuri did end up in the hospital again.

A healthy and fit person might be able to go a week or more without food, but somebody whose health is as fragile as Yuri's can't. His body has practically zero reserves, and after a handful of days without eating, it was obvious he was getting weaker and more unwell.

Believe me, I tried everything I could think of to get some nourishment into him, but he wasn't having it. I was getting really worried, and when he woke up the day before yesterday with a fever, it might not be overstating it to say I panicked. I suggested that we should go back to the hospital because I didn't know what else I could do for him, and what really scared me was that he agreed without a debate.

At the urgent care clinic, the doctor who saw him was the same one who'd taken care of him last time, Dr. Shibazaki. She remembered him, and after taking one look at his medical records on the computer, decided on the spot that she'd admit him.

By some weird coincidence, his room turned out to be the same one he'd occupied during his previous stay. It wasn't bad, as far as hospital rooms go. The colour of the walls reminded me of a clear September sky, and there was a window so we could look out at the real sky if we wanted to. During Yuri's last stay, we'd kept the curtain closed most of the time, but I opened it this time to let some sunlight in.

"I'm glad I'm in this room again," Yuri commented as he sat on the bed and changed into pyjamas. "Not really glad, but... you know. I like familiarity."

"I know what you mean," I said. "I'd rather you didn't need to be here, but it is a comfortable room."

"As comfortable as hospital rooms get," he said. "Sorry I'm being so much trouble. Again."

I wanted to tell him he didn't need to apologize, but instead I just said, "Never mind. You're worth the trouble."

I did my best to tuck him into bed with my one good arm, and then I climbed up to snuggle with him. That, at least, was a vast improvement from before. He'd been connected to too much stuff and I'd had both arms encased in Fiberglas, so awkward hospital bed cuddles had been totally off the agenda.

Yuri had only been settled in his room for about half an hour when his specialist turned up. I'm sure we've mentioned her before, but just in case you don't recall, her name is Espérance Kasongo and she's a Canadian like me, but I don't think Canada is her country of origin. Her first language is French, so she has an interesting accent when she speaks Japanese. She speaks English too, though, and that's the language she seems to prefer using with Yuri and me.

Dr. Kasongo is a gastroenterologist — a digestive system doctor, for those of you who don't like big words — and she's been seeing Yuri for about five years now. He likes her a lot more than he liked his previous gastroenterologist, probably because she's gentle with him and treats him with empathy, like a whole person instead of just a vessel for a diseased body part.

Dr. Kasongo is usually gentle with me as well, but at the hospital the other day, I wasn't feeling it. The empathy was still there, but I recognize tough love when I see it, and she definitely wasn't going easy on me.

To be fair to her, she wasn't wrong. She made valid points, and I have no problem acknowledging I needed her to draw my attention to some things. I mean, most of what she said was stuff I already knew but didn't put into perspective until somebody else said it aloud.

After examining Yuri and reviewing the notes Dr. Shibazaki had made, Dr. Kasongo's conclusion was that he was showing all the signs of malnutrition. That didn't really shock me at all. I'm not a medical professional yet, but I'd kinda suspected it for a while.

The doctor said she was going to request bloodwork and some other tests. Yuri didn't seem thrilled about it, but he didn't comment on it like he usually does. He just nodded and said it was fine. I think that worried me more than anything, as strange as it may sound.

Once she'd finished poking and prodding him, Dr. Kasongo sat us both down for a serious talk. She didn't ease into it, either

She led with, "This is very concerning, Yuri. I discharged you on the understanding that you were going to follow the food plan the nutritionist gave you. Now, here you are, back again."

"Here I am," Yuri echoed lamely.

"Can you tell me about what you've been eating?"

He glanced at me, and his expression was one of desperation. Taking pity on him, I said, "We started off okay, but the food plan was a lot, and—"

"Excuse me." The doctor cut me off with a stern look. "I have questions later for you. Right now, I'm asking Yuri."

"I... haven't really been eating much," Yuri told her. "Water. Soy milk. I think I had grape juice yesterday or the day before."

She shook her head. "That is not eating. When was the last time you had solid food?"

"Maybe four days ago?"

"And what was it?"

"Rice."

"Were you having trouble keeping food down?" she asked. "Or was it something else?"

"Something else," Yuri said.

"Do you think you can tell me about it?"

"One of our friends was helping us," he said. "He kept making me feed myself."

The doctor made a noncommittal humming sound. "I see."

"It was stressful," Yuri went on. "I told him I couldn't do it, that it was giving me a lot of anxiety. I don't like eating. I don't like touching food, and sometimes I don't even like looking at food. Having to feed myself while somebody sat there watching to make sure I did it was too much."

"I see," she said again. "If your friend was encouraging you to feed yourself, am I to infer that you were not feeding yourself before?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Somebody else was feeding you?"

"Yes.”

Dr. Kasongo shifted her attention to me. "Victor, were you feeding him?"

"Yeah," I confessed. "I mean, not too much lately, because of my arms, but..." I gestured vaguely with the hand that still had a cast on it. "But... yeah. Me and his parents. It's just easier for everyone that way."

"And how is it easier?" she inquired.

"Because he needs to eat, and it's too hard to watch him struggle with it, especially when he's really sick,"

"So, I'm hearing that it's easier for you if you feed him."

"I... guess so?" I said. "But, it's easier for him too."

"Is it?" she asked. "Yuri, how do you feel when someone feeds you? Does that make it easier for you to eat?"

Yuri fidgeted with the edge of his blanket and looked as though he was attempting to decide on the best way to answer. After several seconds, he ventured, "I suppose it does, in a way. There's less to think about if I don't have to handle the utensils myself, but I still don't like eating."

"Does it produce less anxiety when someone feeds you?" the doctor inquired.

"Anxiety about eating? Yes, a little less, but then I’m anxious about creating too much work for Victor or my mother."

"So, clearly that is not the solution." Dr. Kasongo leaned back in her chair, and seemed to ponder for a moment before she continued. "I may have a better one. Yuri, how would you feel about doing something called nutrition rehabilitation?"

"What's that?" I hadn't meant to speak before Yuri got the chance to answer, but the phrase itself intrigued me and I was immediately curious.

"It's a kind of therapy," the doctor said. "Patients work closely with their doctor and a nutritionist and sometimes a psychologist or psychiarist to develop better nutrition and eating strategies, and to help them have a healthier relationship with food. We use it a lot with patients who have eating disorders, mental health concerns that affect their eating, and of course patients with long-term and chronic illnesses."

Yuri didn't seem happy about this suggestion. "You want me to see a therapist?"

"I want to get you back to where you were last summer," she told him. "I'd like to see you at a healthy weight, with a proper sleep schedule and meal routine, and with enough energy to exercise and work and enjoy your life."

"That'd be great, wouldn't it?" I added. "We had a lot of fun last summer. Remember the rock climbing?"

"Yeah," Yuri said.

“What was your favourite thing about last summer?”

“Going to the Festival of Snow with your mother,” he said. “We were out all day.”

“Ideally, I would like to see you be able to have full days out this summer as well,” said the doctor. "Is that a goal you'd be willing to work toward? Eating independently and stabilizing your routine, and getting back some stamina?"

"I suppose so," he said.

I recalled the conversation between Yuri and his mother. She'd talked about goals too. Yuri hadn't been particularly amenable to goal-setting that day, but now it seemed he might be coming around to it.

"You will have to participate too, Victor," Dr. Kasongo said. "I recognize that you want to help, and I know you've already established some good habits, but there are more changes needed."

“Like what?” I asked.

She looked me straight in the eyes. "No more feeding, for a start. I'm quite serious about that. There can be no exceptions. It may be a difficult adjustment for you, but I think you can see that it isn't helpful to Yuri's recovery."

"Yes, I think I'm seeing that now," I said.

"And no more empty carbohydrates. I take it you are the one who prepares the meals?"

"Yeah."

"You know grape juice is not a meal."

"I know," I said.

"Protein. Healthy fats. Low-fibre fruit and vegetables. Good carbohydrates. I know you know about all those things," she said. "We need to get back on track, and you'll play an important role in that."

"I'll do my best," I promised.

"Excellent," said the doctor. "I think it would also be a good idea for you to attend some sessions with the nutritionist along with Yuri. With your background, you may be more well-informed about health and nutrition than most caregivers, but there's still quite a lot you can learn about the topic in general and, I dare say, about Yuri's needs in particular."

I nodded. "Okay."

"Yuri, you will need to be accountable for yourself as well," she continued. "Just because Victor has the responsibility of planning and preparing meals, that doesn't mean you can let him manage everything. The nutritionist will work with you and teach you how to make good decisions about eating, and I expect you to participate in the meal planning and take control of your own food intake at some point."

"Are you going to check up on me?" Yuri asked, and it was difficult to determine from his tone if he wanted her to or if he didn't. It could've been, 'I'm scared I'll mess it up without support' or it could have been, 'I won't be able to get away with anything if you're monitoring me'. I couldn't tell. I hoped it was the first one, but I feared it was the second.

"Of course I'll be checking on you," she said. "And I've already referred you to an excellent colleague of mine, Dr. Daniel Kim at Willow Creek Regional Hospital. So, after you move, there'll be someone to check your progress straight away when you get there."

I hadn't realized she'd already made a referral. I hadn't told her we were moving, so I had to assume Yuri's parents had told her during his previous hospital stay. It was a good thing somebody had mentioned it, because I'll admit I'd been too preoccupied to think of lining up new doctors for Yuri back home.

"I didn't know international referrals were even a thing," I said.

"I'm not sure they are," said Dr. Kasongo. "Daniel and I were in medical school together, and we both chose the same specialty. We've been great friends for a long time and naturally we keep in touch. I asked him for a favour, and fortunately for you, he was glad to do it." She gave me a conspiratorial little grin. "Something for a fellow resident of the Creek."

I stared for a second. "You're from Willow Creek?"

"Not originally, but when my family immigrated to Canada and settled there, I was too young to remember living anywhere else before that. I always say I had my humble beginnings in the Willow Creek Trailer Park. Not doing so bad for myself now, am I?"

"If you don't mind my asking, how long have you been in Japan?"

"About fifteen years," she said. "A few more than you, I think."

"I've been here for two, but it's time to go home."

"I understand. You must follow the path that's right for you." She looked thoughtful for a few seconds, but quickly got back to business. "Do you have any questions about what we've discussed so far?"

"I do have one," I said. "I agree with the plan. It sounds like a good idea to me, but how long do you think it'll take? Like, this isn't an immediate solution to the problem of Yuri not being able to eat."

"How long it takes will depend largely on Yuri, and also on you," she replied. "You will need to support him throughout the process, regardless of how difficult it is or how long it may take. And Yuri, I want you to understand that no one expects you to get better within days or even a few weeks. If you make quick progress, that's good, but slow, steady progress is equally good, and no one will judge you for setbacks. This may not be a strictly linear process, and I want you both to be prepared for that."

"I understand," Yuri said. "But, I don't think you really answered Victor's question."

"About an immediate solution?" she said.

"Yeah," I said. "What are we supposed to do until this nutrition rehabilitation therapy kicks in and we start seeing results? Like, he's literally starving right now, and... yeah. Sorry. You don't need me to point that out, but..." I trailed off, stopping just short of telling her how freaked out I was about the way-too-real possibility of Yuri starving himself to death.

Yuri put a hand to his mouth, as if he were feeling nauseous. His voice came out slightly strained. "Please don't say meal replacement drinks."

"No meal replacement drinks today," the doctor assured him. "Because of your overall health at the moment, I think we should begin a nutrient infusion today, and once I have all the results from the tests we're going to do, we might discuss some form of enteral nutrition after that."

I felt my heart sink at hearing her words. "You mean a feeding tube."

That was the thing I'd hoped we could avoid. I know Yuri's parents were not entirely in favour of it either, and thought it was a drastic measure.

"Yes," she said. "Yuri, unless you're willing to start drinking meal replacements or eating some soft foods within the next few days, then that would be my recommendation."

Yuri shook his head. "I... I can't. Putting anything in my mouth right now is... I just can't."

"All right," Dr. Kasongo conceded. "Perhaps you'll feel differently about it tomorrow."

"I don't think so," Yuri said.

"I'll ask you in the morning," she told him. "For now, we'll get started with your bloodwork and antibody tests, and I'll do my best to arrange an imaging test for you for this afternoon so we can see what's going on inside you. Once we have all that, we can talk about next steps. Does that sound acceptable?"

"Yes," Yuri said.

"Victor?"

I could barely breathe around the lump that'd suddenly formed in my throat, but somehow I got out a strained, "Uh… yeah."

There wasn't any other suitable response I could give anyway.

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

2023 Movie Journey #14: The Super Mario Brothers Movie

the super mario bros. movie. this is another movie i watched with my family. i didn't plan on watching it, so all i knew going in was that chris pratt was mario. for some reason, i also believed going in that jack black was luigi--i knew he was also in it, but in hindsight i'm not sure how i got that specific idea.

i love anna taylor-joy so it was cool to learn that she was also a star of this. the role didn't show off her fascinating range, but i understand why it was never going to while she was playing this type of animated character.

i can't stand chris pratt and there was no way for me around that, unfortunately. it might have been different if he was one of the minor characters instead. and as somebody who barely grew up around nintendo, i also couldn't gain much from the nostalgia elements of this movie that i'm sure delighted other people--i recognized things like donkey kong, but don't personally have any attachment to them, so that level of the movie felt like it was expecting viewers to love it just based on all the recognizable faves and it didn't accomplish that with me.

the rest of the voice cast did a good job, though i didn't place any of them as i was watching--even though i did know some of the other actors once the credits rolled. i think i was just too distracted by the animation to focus on the voices more, because the style of animation was really really cool. i'm not automatically a big fan of animated movies, because how they're animated affects me a lot: certain styles can clash with my brain and make it hard to enjoy even a movie that's great in every other way. this one's style is sort of soft and rounded in a way that i enjoyed a lot.

my two other favorite things about this movie are first, how colorful it was. the rainbow bridge! a literal rainbow! possibly the only car chase scene i have ever enjoyed in my life!! every car chase scene in every movie now should have to be that colorful so i care. lol.

and probably unsurprisingly, my other favorite thing throughout the movie was jack black. while it was very confusing for me at first that he was not luigi (instead of asking @actuallylukedanes why luigi didn't sound like jack black, like i should have, i just kept watching and thinking i must be hearing him wrong somehow), he was perfect as the antagonist. i adored him and every one of his little songs. i wish he was going to have his own spin-off movie.

this movie was cute and i'm glad i saw it. i can imagine it being just as fun on a rewatch. and for me jack black was worth it all by himself.

[sunshinelulusplatoon]

4 months ago:

“MARS?!?” all the Squidbeaks questioned in shock.

“Yep, the signal came from Mars,” Lutarna replied.

“We have sent out a few drones from the Octarian base orbiting Earth and found old structural ruins and signs of teriforming on the surface,” Orca explained.

“So humans may possibly still be on Mars?” Pixie questioned, “Do you think they are in trouble?”

“Who knows but I don’t know about yall, but I’m itching to get there,” Joey replied, "Give them good old Squidbeak hello."

“Same feeling,” Lutarna replied, “I’ve already got Sako and the Metro Planners working together to build a space craft that we can pilot to Mars. With my calculations and with Octarian tech, it should only take 3 days to get there. Now, who’s coming?”

“Captain on board Agent 3,” Joey saluted.

Lutarna nodded with a smile.

“I can help for now. Though once back, I know Marina was talking about a project she wanted me to help her on,” Pixie remarked.

“As much as I would like to join, someone has to watch the valley and canyon,” Lulu remarked.

“It’s okay. You got your hatchling to raise. Nobody is going to fault you for not coming,” Marcy remarked, “I’ll go in your place.”

Lulu nodded in agreement.

“I’ll leave the Metro to NILS to make the trip,” Lutarna nodded, “We will also bring Naiko along and a few of the guards to keep watch of the ship while we explore once we get there. Though I'm curious if they will welcome us or find us hostile.”

"You don't think they will welcome us?" Marcy asked.

"Humans are...complicated when it comes to other worldly visitors," Lutarna replied hesitant.

"Either way, somebody on Mars needs help and we are going!" Joey nodded.

All in agreement, the crew were about to disband when another person walked up.

“Room for one more?” the person asked.

Catching alarm from all, the Squidbeaks all pulled their hero gear out and aimed it at the intruder.

“How did you get here?” Pixie asked.

“It’s a common Squidbeak spot,” the person replied with a chuckle, “I’m no threat to ya’ll. I just want to help.”

All in black with the hoodie over his head, a pale hand held onto a squiffer over his shoulders. Recognizing it and the young voice, Lutarna eyes when wide.

“And you are?” Joey demanded.

“Glad you asked,” the person replied as he pulled his the hood down.

Cerulean hair and tentacles flopping down, a blue eye looked at the group. All blinking, their faces turned to Lutarna in other bewilderment before looking back at the newcomer.

“Name’s Gideon.”

[demonsfate]

Jin and DJ being enemies who are forced to share a body is very fascinating to me.-> This is exactly how I see it, not the usual "Jin's evil side!!" I mean, not really? it's a demon borrowing his face at the end of the day. Personally, I don't see Jin going all evil out of nowhere. Like *at least* show some progress. And even then I would side-eye the writing. I'm sorry if I don't see Jin like some people, he might be stoic and all but he's not an asshole nor a Kazuya Jr lol Yeah as you said, how they're written it's what makes them unique. What I meant is that sometimes I read comments that say oh, generic character, in a negative context, and sometimes something being generic is not necessarily bad, I guess? there are many tropes with these characters that could be explored and expanded upon. But then again, they usually have supporting/minor roles so they don't get the spotlight or the development as much as the main characters. And yeah, Asuka not having a significant part in her family's conflict does bother me a bit. I HOPE they change that in 8 but who knows at this point. Heihachi coming back as a robot would be hilarious but I wouldn't mind if they pull a Kazumi with him. Though, I will say, they will definitely focus on the Kazamas more this time (at least that's what I think) Glad I'm not being annoying, so I will keep coming back here! I usually send silly asks, like the one about Jun not getting over that demon dick lmao. Which reminds me, it was confirmed Kazuya and Jun were married apparently? Not sure if I heard that right

Yea! Whilst maybe the series doesn't do the best at it - I think the idea just has a lot of potential to it. The concept of not only being forced to share a body with somebody, but somebody you can't stand. Your enemy knowing you better than anyone else could ever. Then what kind of dynamic/relationship that can form upon that. As well as the whole complications of not feeling like your body is your own, and no longer recognizing yourself in the mirror. I just feel it has a lot more going for it than the typical "don't let revenge/anger get to you, or else you'll become a literal monster as symbolism for a bad person you are now! :)" Which isn't a bad concept - but as stated, an overused one, especially in fighting games, for some reason.

And I 100% agree with that, honestly. I got called literally "fucking dumb" for saying this before I stopped using Reddit - but I really don't think Jin should ever be bad. I think he should do some minor bad things (beating someone too much out of anger, or being snappy, whatever) but I don't think he should ever cross the line of getting innocents killed, or doing something that's evil, and not a simple flaw. Jin was created to be the Good One, like it's just core in his character. If he's Evil in any way, it takes away what he's supposed to be. Essentially, it's not Jin anymore. Remember when Marvel tried that dumb fucking plot twist where Steve Rogers was actually working for Hydra all along? Yea, people go so uber pissed at that and for right reason. Like I think that's another thing that amazes me by the Tek fandom. Every other fandom can acknowledge, and even protest when their character is written completely ruined, and out of character. Yet Tek fandom, ESPECIALLY REGARDING JIN, is like "yep. He did that. He's a Real Person And Did That And It's Undeniable So He's Bad."

Oh nah, I know exactly what you meant. It seems like a lot of people criticize "tropes" for being bad. Like almost everyone uses it as an insult. Even though many things are built upon tropes. But I don't think many ppl realize that, sadly. And just have an obsession with something being 100% original.

TK7 hinted that Asuka will play a bigger role. But I have a feeling that they may drop a lot of stuff they hinted at in TK7 - at least the character episodes. I don't know if they will or not tho. But I have a feeling that may have been why Asuka was revealed so soon. Because maybe she will play a more important role. I believe we were told this game will finally explain the Kazama powers. So, here's to hoping!

Like, I KNOW the characters aren't big. But Tek still doesn't develop them when they straight up have the opportunity to! Like in TK6, there was something in it that interested in me, if you play as Paul in Scenario campaign - he'll bring up his troubled past a lot, and basically state he's wanted by the police. Even calling his past "something you don't tell kids." When other characters fight against Paul in scenario campaign, and he says he wanted to be the strongest in the universe, they'll call him out - saying it's a lie, or that it's not really what he wants. Which makes me wonder if that could've possibly been alluding to a reason as to why being Number One is so important to Paul. Did something happen to him in the past that made him feel this way? Some characters accused him of being lonely during scenario campaign? Maybe something happened to him that made him feel weak? BUT even though this is interesting and actual depth. It's never expanded upon because his endings are just wasted on him getting his butt kicked or being humiliated. Same thing with Asuka, really. Asuka being part of one of the most important families in the game. And then also having hints she has the power to repel the devil. But then her potential is all wasted on Haha Funny Yuri Bait That Goes Nowhere with Lili.

I actually enjoy the humor in Tek - I think it makes it a very fun series. I make a lot of silly posts on my blog from time to time, and have hcs that mean nothing other than to be "stupid" or "funny." But I don't like it when the humor begins suffocating the entire series to the point where it feels like almost nothing can be taken seriously. Then that's when it gets annoying. And that's probably why TK4 nowadays is considered the game with the best story. Because it's the one with the least amount of humor. Hell, Paul had a pretty serious ending and actually dealt with who he is as a character beyond a flanderization of "NUMBER ONE IN THE UNIVERRRRSE." Xiao's ending was also quite heartwarming and serious about her regards of wanting to build a theme park rather than her being in a comedy anime. Hopefully, in TK8, they've listened to people's feedback regarding TK4's story, and they'll go back to that tone.

And I always enjoy the asks! Both directed to ooc or ic. ❤️‍🔥 But as for the Jun and Kaz being married thing. I'm NOT entirely sure? But that's proooobably incorrect. As if that were true, Jun would be Jun Mishima, not Jun Kazama. (As Kazumi is Kazumi Mishima, not Kazumi Hachijo.) You're probably referring to when Harada referred to Jun as Kazuya's "wife." But I feel that many fans forget that Harada's first language isn't English. And hell, I don't even know how much English he even speaks, or if he's using a translator. Since it's apparent if you look at many of his tweets - as he often uses one word when he meant another. (Like some fans were even theorizing Jun isn't the real Jun because he referred to her as "it" instead of her.) So it's very likely he meant lover, but used wife instead.

In her English TK8 bio, it does state she and Kazuya met and "became close" at the second tournament. And I think the Japanese version of the bio may even say they fell in love together. But I don't think any of them mentions them being married. so I'm preeeetty sure they're not?

[gt-daboss]

asdfghjkl THANK YOU SM!

The naming system: your the first person who recognized this! I was reeeeally tempted to point it out in the A/N at the bottom of the story, But I'm glad I Didnt so somebody could tell me they figured it out!

All the main character Taurs are named are named after something to do with music. Tonette is a human, but adopted and named by her Taur dad, so she has one as well. Even previous characters like Chima (Chime), Claire (Clarinet) and of course, probably the most obvious one, Melody, all follow this naming scheme.

I feel soooo bad for Tonette, not just for the story i have given her, but also the fact that I only really scratched the surface of it in this chapter. I promise it will have its spotlight in the second chapter, I just needed Max to come into the story first, trust me, it (should) all come together really nicely in chapter 2!

Yes! Max is just a sweet innocent gumdrop. He seriously needs a hug! I'm hovering around 5-7 for his age range, he's tiny! Tonette Is good deal older, probably around 14, Cab is 16.

Trikiti's treatment of max is... well, we all read it. While it is good she did realize what she was doing was wrong eventually, Max will definitely have a hard time forgiving or forgetting anytime soon. (its something I really hope to explore a lot more in chapter 2, the angst potential is crazy!)

haha, Cabasa bringing his sister to school would have gone pretty poorly considering the day that Cab had. Good call on that one.

Meeloberries are bright red, Thumb-sized fruit that taste like blueberries with the crunch of a grape! humans love them so much cuz... who wouldn't!

Wow, sorry for long reply, I guess i just had a looot to say, thank you sm for asking though, it was really fun to go through and answer all of these!

Glossed Over (1/2)

Warnings: Angst and very light fear play

2.7k words

“Cabasa, would you get your sister, please? Dinner’s almost ready,” Ocarin called out to his youngest son. Cabasa’s thin, knife-like ears perked up hearing his dad ask for Tonette, the young Taur loved his younger sister to death and always jumped at any opportunity to hang out with her.

“Sure!” Cabasa called, already on his way down the hall to his sister's room, intentionally quieting his footsteps as he approached the slightly open door. Silencing his breathing, he became nearly undetectable from human senses as he approached his sister, engrossed in her studying.

Cabasa nearly dropped his cover, a sigh almost escaping his lips as he looked down with confusion and distaste at what his sister was doing. She studies more than me for heaven's sake, sometimes I swear she likes these books more than her own family.

“Tone,” he spoke, smirking as he saw his sister jump from the spook he gave her. “Dad says dinner’s ready.”

“Ah hell, Cab! Anyone ever taught you how to knock? You made me drop my pen!” She laughed as she turned around in her chair, lazily looking up at her giant brother.

“I know how to knock, this is just funner.”

He was barely holding back his laugh now, his sister narrowed her eyes looking up at him. He slowly lowered his hand palm up in front of her, an unspoken ask of ‘Can I pick you up?’ in their household.

“Sorry, not right now, I'm busy. I’ve been trying this question for the past 20 minutes but I still don’t get it.” She said, refocusing her attention back on the problem at hand. This time, Cabasa couldn’t hold back his sigh, a frown slowly growing on his face

“Why do you need to learn all this dumb school stuff anyways? I know Dad wants you to learn it but if you’re never gonna use it you should just forget all that boring stuff and spend more time with me.” Cabasa smiled at the thought. Tonette on the other hand did the opposite, a scowl now present.

“Who says it's useless? You learn the same stuff in school, and Dad says-” She began defensively, only to be cut off by her older brother's louder voice.

“Dad only wants you to learn that stuff so you have something to do while we’re at school or work. When I’m home, we can actually do fun stuff.”

But I want to learn it! Why is it useful when you and Dad study, but when I try I’m just wasting my time! She wanted to shout, his words hitting her like a truck. Even though he didn’t intend for them to be hurtful, they had fueled the fire of an idea she had been feeling quite recently.

“Fine, whatever… thanks for the help,” she muttered, turning away from her notes and stepping into her brother's hand, giving his fingers a good kick once she was situated. Cabasa’s hand awkwardly stilled for a moment, before rising up and exiting the door heading toward the kitchen.

Damnit, she's mad at me again for some reason… I don’t get her sometimes, it's like she hates fun, I would be happy if I never had to go to school again, but Tone, she just… ugh… His brain started to hurt.

Looking down at his hands, his sister wouldn’t even look at him. Sucking in a deep breath, he knew he needed to apologize. While he didn’t know what for, hopefully asking her would get his answer. Brushing Tonette’s shoulder with his thumb, he whispered.

“Hey Tone, I’m sorry for what happened back there. I just don’t get why you like those books so much,” he confessed, albeit a little nonchalantly. Tonette only gave him a side eye before choosing to ignore him outright.

Of course, you don’t get it! You get to be good at everything you do! There's no way I can compete with a Taur like you or Dad, just let me have this. She bit her tongue, despite the hurt she felt keeping these emotions bottled up for so long, she didn’t want to admit her weakness to them, they wouldn’t understand. How could any of them understand what it's like to be a human?

“Hey, kids! Tone, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” Ocarin joked from the kitchen counter. Glossed over. 

“Hey Dad, sorry for being busy,” She sheepishly apologized, quickly trying to spin the situation in a positive light, “I’m almost done with that biology textbook though! Just got stuck on Host-Parasite Coevolution, but I’m nearly there.”

“My my, It seems we have a little scientist on our hands,” he chuckled deeply while handing out plates for the two of them. Tonette beamed at her dad, always happy to get his recognition. “And what about you Cab? Anything interesting happen at school today?”

“Eh, David and I presented our history project today, but that's about it,” as per usual, school was boring, and he still had to sit through another 2 days of presentations. What a drag, maybe if I brought Tone to school she’d realize how good she really has it. He genuinely considered it for a sec, he was sure his sister would like it, she had practically been begging their father ever since Cabasa had started going. Going to a real school instead of studying through books alone would probably help her learn better too, not to mention it’d probably at least cure some of his boredom.

A little movement out of the corner of his eye diverted that train of thought, his sister adjusting herself in front of the enormous plate in front of her. She looked so small, he couldn’t bare seeing her hurt, it was up to her and Dad to protect her.

No, he wouldn’t take her tomorrow. It's for her own good.

****

“Does anyone have any questions for Trikiti? If not, I think we might have time for just one more presentation today.” Cabasa’s teacher, Mrs. Lemmings absentmindedly flipping through her page of notes spoke. To no one's surprise, not a single hand was raised. Trikiti’s pale face finally regained some color as she realized she was finally done, only for it to whiten again with the teacher's next words.

“Didn’t you say you had something for extra credit, Trikiti?”

Trikiti gulped, nervous about what the class would think of her ‘extra credit.’ Humanity in Taur lands was one of the most controversial topics these days, Trikiti would have never dreamed of bringing the kid to class normally, but with her grade tanking in this class, her parents had threatened to take away her human, Max, if she didn’t do well enough,

Sighing, she reached for her backpack and pulled out a live human boy, holding him in a tight grip for the whole class to see, her claws very close to his body. Everybody was surprised, most not having seen a live human in person before, they all gawked at the frail human in Trikiti’s fist.

“He’s not trained very well, b-but he's very smart,” She trailed off, everyone around her still in shock, Cabasa most of all. Never before had he seen another human besides his sister before, and this one looked… Are those finger bruises on him?

“Say hello, c'mon little guy…” she said, lightly squeezing the human's stomach, causing him to wince. Cabasa felt sick.

“What the hell… what the hell is this,” Cab whispered over to his best friend, David, barely believing his eyes. 

“Yeah, pretty crazy, I think that's a human, look at its round ears,” David whispered back, clearly quite enamored with the boy. Cab could only focus on his friend's words. It? That kid is not an it! Humans are not things they are- They’re people! My sister is not an it!

No longer caring whether he got in trouble or not, he got up from his seat and headed toward the front of the room.

“Uhm Cab-”

“Give him here Trikit’, he’s not your pet, he's a person,” he spoke firmly, splaying his hand in front of the shorter Taur girl expectantly. Trikiti looked surprised, mirroring the small human boy's face before growing defensive.

“W-what? What the hell is your problem? You’re scaring my human! G-go get your own and leave me alone.”

“He’s not anybody's ‘human’ Trik, if anybody is scar-”

“Cabasa! That is well enough,” both students were interrupted by their teacher sternly glaring at them. “Trikiti, you know we do not allow humans on school grounds, and Cabasa, it is not your place to intervene.”

“But-” 

*RIIIIIIINNNNNGGGG*

They were all interrupted by the sound of the end-of-school bell, Cabasa nearly continued his point but his teacher spoke first.

“Class is dismissed, Trikiti, put that human away, if I see it again I won't hesitate to call your parents and the principal, understood?” Mrs. Lemmings said. Trikiti quickly nodded, not willing to anger her teacher further. Grabbing the human in one hand and her backpack in the other, she gently stuffed him inside, the human making a little eep’ as the bag was zipped up.

“Cabasa, you-”

The young Taur wasn’t listening, already turning back towards his desk, he grabbed his backpack and stormed out of the room leaving the rest of the class in silence. 

“Well, what are you waiting for? Class dismissed! I’ll see you all next week, go home…” the teacher sighed, clearly exasperated at the situation. Trikiti stood awkwardly at the front of the class, not sure if she would be allowed to go home so easily, but these thoughts were for naught as Mrs. Lemmings glared at her. “You too Trikiti.”

The Young taur nearly jumped, but all too quickly shuffled out the door, carrying her backpack and its precious cargo with her. That was a disaster, so much for extra credit. She wanted to get angry at herself, but the reality of the situation started to sink in, what she had done and what this truly meant.

Great… GREAT! I’ve scared Max again. And now Mom’s definitely going to get rid of him. It's not fair, he’s just a little kid! He can't survive on his own.

Is he really any better with you? The thought crossed her mind, making her heart clench as she unconsciously clutched her backpack a little harder. Remembering last night when she hurt him, he was just a child. She had scared a child, and then to make it worse, she forced him to come to class with her today, hold him in her fist, which she knew he hated, all so she could get a good grade. 

She almost let herself get swallowed up by her emotions, but in the corner of her eyes, she saw something that might be able to help her. Cabasa. He… he must be good with humans, I mean, he spoke up when I…

Shaking her head, she needed to talk to him. Maybe… maybe if he wasn’t too mad, he could help her. Not wanting to cause another scene, Trikiti silently followed after him.

*****

“Cab” a faint, faraway voice called out to him. Cabasa was too lost in his own thoughts to think clearly, much less hear the distant calling.

“Cab!” He froze, he knew that voice, Trikiti followed me. The slow fire bubbling in his body began to rage once again as he remembered what had happened at school, how this girl showed a clear disregard for the human's safety and wellbeing, how she held up his bruised body, talking about him as if he were just an animal. And now she wanted to talk to him like nothing ever happened.

“What the hell do you want, make it quick because I am this close to losing it,” Cabasa growled. Trikiti, for her credit, only looked surprised for a moment, before averting her gaze to the ground, with a look that almost looked… ashamed? 

“Cabasa, please I-”

“No, you know what Trik, I don’t even know why I’m giving you a chance, people like you don’t-”

“Cabasa please stop, you’re scaring Max” finally speaking up for herself, she clutched her bag tightly. She keeps him in a bag? No, he couldn’t yell again, she was right after all, his anger had gotten the better of him again. Tone always hated it when he and his dad fought, humans couldn’t take the loud noises as well as Taurs could. Last time he yelled in front of her, he ended up making her cry and ended up having to apologize profusely before she came to like him again. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he spoke again.

“What. Do. You. Want?” seeing that he had somewhat calmed down, Trikiti released her grip on her backpack and tried to face Cab.

You- in class you talked like- It seemed like,” Trikiti started, but just as soon stopped, barely able to hold herself together. “Max hates me. I know he does. Every time I enter the room he tries to hide, every time I ask him a question, or try to touch him, or even look at him, he looks at me like I’m going to hurt him. I know I’m not… I know I’m not…” She paused, a singular tear rolled down her cheek. Making up her mind, she gently lifted her backpack off her shoulder and lowered it to the ground.

“Please take him, he deserves to be with somebody who he feels safe with, he’s just a kid.”

Of all the things Trikiti could have said, this was the last one Cabasa would have expected. His dad had prepared him for situations like this, people who treated humans like trash couldn’t be reasoned with, they believed they were inherently superior by virtue of their race and that was period. Cabasa’s stony visage started to waver as her curveball of emotions continued.

“My- my mom said I wasn’t allowed to keep him with me unless my grades went up, so I’m going to have to get rid of him anyways, but… but it's not right that he has to go out on the streets because of my faults.” Trikiti was speaking from her heart now, finally able to find someone who understood humans like she did or tried to understand. She lowered her voice. “Please, he deserves better than me.”

Cabasa stood still, looking at his classmate in shock, his thoughts on her taking a complete 360 from the presentation to now. Shaking away his shock, he reached down to retrieve the human, unzipping the bag, he found the sleeping human, most likely passed out from exhaustion. Carefully scooping him up into his hands, he felt so light, even lighter than his sister. Cabasa met the eyes of Trikiti once more, not sure if this was some trick, but the look in her eyes showed she was serious.

“You did the right thing,” He whispered, waking up the human at this time would only make this whole exchange harder, even if Max didn’t like Trikiti, that didn’t mean he would instantly warm up to Cabasa either.

“Wait,” Trikiti whispered. Cabasa froze, would this be where she tells him it was all a lie? “His favorite food is meeloberries, I- I had some for him in the bag if you want them.” Cab eyed her suspiciously, not willing to chance anything.

“Thanks, but keep them, my family keeps hoards for my sister, she loves the damn things,” his voice grew a little fonder at the mention of his sister. Meanwhile, Trikiti’s head was spun on its head, Meeloberries are his sister's favorite food? They’re poisonous to Taurs, not to mention I’ve never heard of Cab having a sister… does, does that mean…?

“Your sister is a human,” she whispered, not noticing she spoke out loud until Cab glared at her. “Oh, sorry sorry! I’ll leave now.” Without another word, she grabbed her now humanless bag and scurried off toward her home. Cab meanwhile, did the same. Looking down at the human in hand, he still slept soundly throughout the entire exchange. You must be exhausted, gently stroking Max with his thumb, he started walking to his own home, Well Tone, looks like you’ll be getting a roommate.

Hey all, it's been a loooong time since I touched this universe. and that's a crying shame, cuz I really do love it, I'm just a slow writer. but yeah, I hope you enjoyed the first part of this two-parter. I can't wait to write the payoff for the buildup in this chapter, as per last time, the 2nd part is going to get a lot angstier, but that's what you're here for right :P

Anyways, thanks for reading, comments and questions really do make my day, so feel free to do so (or don't!)

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[luveline]

happy new years!!! can i request rockstar!remus x fem!shy!r, where they first meet bc she lost her glasses (and r has horrible eyesight) & she doesn’t recognize remus & is absolutely mortified when she realizes who she’s run in (literally) to???

Happy New Year!! Thank you for your request <3 fem!reader

You'd only put your glasses down for long enough to rub your tired eyes, and yet you can't find them. They've slipped off the face of the earth. 

And worse, you're so fucking awkward (said with only a pinch of self-loathing) that you can't make yourself do the awkward song and dance to find them, not when you're surrounded by strangers at a friend of a friend of a friend's house in the rich bit of London. 

You stand up, wondering if you can identify the friend you'd come with by their shapes and colours alone, and take a misguided step straight into someone's side. 

Air puffs out of you in a gasp and you take a hasty step back, eyes on the person's chest. There's a sanguine-coloured t-shirt with darker, looping writing across the front. 

"I'm sorry," you say, trying to take a cautious step around them. 

"Hey, that's okay," says a masculine voice, the body it belongs to veering into your path. "Are you alright, sweetheart? Did I clip you?" 

You look up into their face and stare at the space between their eyebrows, knowing you look silly. You can vaguely make out his facial features, and your brain signals it as familiar, but the voice doesn't ring any bells. 

"No, sorry, you didn't do anything. I'm looking for someone," you say. 

"Anyone I'd know?" 

"Elizabeth? They're in a green dress?" 

He looks around the room. You can see his neck turn, the splodge of darker colour that is his hair moving with it. "I don't see any green dresses," he says apologetically. 

You shake your head. The music playing increases in volume, and girls all over the room gasp as a favourite song starts to play. You wince at being shoved out of the way. The man in front of you moves to protect your side, hand behind your shoulder for a short, hot second. 

"Somebody's lost their glasses," he murmurs. 

You giggle nervously. "Is it obvious?" 

He leans down to the settee and then stands tall. He does something with his t-shirt, pulling it away from his torso, and then he nudges a familiar shape into your hand. 

"No, I mean, I saw them on the sofa. They're yours, I'm assuming." 

You laugh again, drowning in embarrassment. As you open the legs of your glasses, you think, Well, it could be worse. Elizabeth said that The Marauders of all people are going to be here tonight. Imagine making a fool of yourself like this in front of them. 

And then you put your glasses on. You can't speak.

"Is that better?" Remus asks, bassist of The Marauders and in the flesh. "Sorry to say, you have thicker lenses than James. I'm surprised you can see at all without them." 

"I can't, really," you say, your voice a far away thing. 

"They suit you." He grins at you, all pretty-lipped and dark brown eyes, the scar over his nose turned white at the edges with the strain. "I suppose I looked more handsome before." 

"No," you say. 

His smile turns playfully smug. "No? I'm glad. You look prettier with them on, too." 

Your cheeks are so hot they're burning, and your chest is lit by a panic you can't describe. You were being completely, entirely genuine with him — he's a thousand times more handsome now you can actually see him, with a voice to match. Smooth, steady, and teasing. Despite the boy-next-door of his sandy brown hair, his sweet smile, there's a stickier emotion playing on his lips. You worry he's gonna eat you alive right there and then. 

"Can I get you something to drink, pretty girl? Or can you manage now your vision's been restored?" he asks. 

His banter throws you off kilter. "I think you'd better get me one," you say, not because you're smooth in any capacity but because you're worried you'll fall over. 

He laughs warmly, worse when he sees you realise you'd sounded flirty. 

"I'd love to get you a drink," he says. "If you'll be alright while I'm gone?" 

You nod wordlessly, collapsing into the settee again as soon as he's gone. You're gonna need a drink to survive this. 

[imaginewithtearose]

OH MY GOOSH- heyyy again it's me the one who requested the "dangerous lullaby" idia fic and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE what you did with the idea! you absolutely made my day <3 ngl that was my first request ever, and I'm glad that I am your first scenario request! I would love a part 2, y'know when you aren't busy ^^ thank you again soo much!!

Im so proud of you!! It was such a good idea, i will make part two here, answering this ask!

Lemme present to you ladies, gentlemans, and non binary hoes;

Pomegranate Wishes

Time has passed and you don't know if it has been hours of days since Idia left you in this white space that he calls “your new room”, but you are more than sure that this is your cage in this mysterious island.

In rage and desperation, you decided to private yourself from anything. Just lay on the white bed and look at the roof; Robots may come with food but you rejected it. At first, it included screams and throwing stuff, but with time passing and not a clue from anything, you just decided to ignore the food offerings. And this just got weirded.

The more you rejected this, the less food they offer you; From a whole meal, to a simple bottle of red pills that you watched in disgust.

You couldn't do anything, and you resisted to eat or accept anything from anyone in this nightmare island. What keep you up at night, or day, was the screams and voices of your classmates that you slightly heard trough your door.

...

You were defeated. Both mentally and physically. You didn't wanted to even move, or say anything. Neither think. You would sleep sometimes, but hunger kept you wake up.

On one of these so called nights, the door suddenly opened and a humanoid figure that you can easily recognize appeared. But you didn't react at all; The tall figure of your boyfriend approached your bed, while you you turned around in bed, giving him the cold shoulder.

“ Y/n... Its me, Idia...”

He spoke in a tone that sounded both tired and sad. You still didn't answer, and soon Idia tought you were sleeping; So he kneeled beside your bed and caressed your head with care, moving some strands of hair on your face. You could feel the warmth of another person finally after who knows, but you promised to not do anything until you got answers, and standed by that.

“Im sorry...”

His voice cracked and he started sobbing while hiding his head in your bed, taking your covers and pressing them in his hands with force. He was being the Idia you know, a sentimental guy.

You finally faced him, well, half faced. His head was still hiding on your sheets. You patted his head slowly, only for him to sob even more.

“ Idia, i only want to know what's going on... ”

That was a half-lie, you did wanna know that, but you also wanna go and save your friends.

“ Im so sorry, this shouldn't have happened, i can handle everything, everyone, but not you .. i can't convince myself to treat you like an experiment, and force you to do things... Horribly things... Why mom and dad can't do this?... Why... Why... Why... ”

You got that answer with his cracked voice rough voice. You still patted his head and then, he hide his head in your lap, just like he used to do when feeling bad for losing at some game. You now and then, patted his head and listened to him, but this was different.

“ But there is something i can do, y-y/n, you.... You really trust m-me, right? ”

He asked this while looking at you, Head up, eyes puffed and red from crying, with more dark circles than usual. Even if you didn't answer, he takes from his pocket the same red pills that the boths tried to feed you.

They looked like seeds, red seeds, and this didn't like you at all; Idia put his hand in yours and let some of those pills in there.

“ Hear me out, y/n... T-These things... I know that they aren't dangerous, a-and i promise that these t-things can help you get out of here safe... That's t-the only thing i can do... But if you tell somebody... Im gonna be in trouble... ”

He sounded like he was telling the truth, and with hunger, tired, and just trusting your insticts, your nodded.

“ These carries m..my wish for you to have a normal l..life... They are... My wishes... For you, y/n.... ”

The pills in your hand looked weird, but it was your only option.

“ Then, i hope that my wish of getting out of here with everyone comes true ”

You said and then, you take the pills, Idia watches you with a small smile in his head. He didn't wanted to leave, so he stayed watching you from your lap for a while, smiling softly at you after you dozed off.

You wake up, and Idia is nowhere to be seen, but you feel better; Stronger, refreshed. What did he give you? And why there was a bottle of these pills there in your bed?

But most of all

Why was the door open?

...

Hope this answer pleases you! Probably im gonna make this a whole series but for now i don't have idea of what to write next, lol, have some ideas or comments about this saga? Tell me! Maybe we can write this together :)