#overdevelopedglasses

[skysquid22]

Daigo: 13, 20, 23

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

🐻 because artists on Twitter would often use it to mean Daigo lol. Or at least a few of the ones I've seen. Personally, I'm more of a 'If Daigo were a furry he'd be a ram/sheep truther hehe.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

MAJIMA! And you can look to Dead Souls to see why. Majima's wild quirky chaos blending in with Daigo's anxiety over responsibility. He'd push Daigo buttons like nothing else and get nagged on in return and they'd read each other well enough to silently communicate through works. Devoted to the end because they're friends, though Majima will claim he couldn't let the Chairman get hurt on his watch or because Kiryu told him to, he really respects Daigo and truly is down to follow him to the end. And Daigo earnestly appreciates Majima's out of the box thinking (even when it's a bit too out of the box) and the fact he can rely on him for just about damn anything. They're each other's confidants.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

Too many to choose from but I’ll go with this one since I love the way he looks pissed off. Y2 emo era Daigo 🫶

[lordichamo]

sugi + some misc survive au doodles for @overdevelopedglasses :3

[mike----wazowski]

Greetings to the Sunday Six Community. I hope you are all well. Today I have returned with another extract from my "Saejima doin bad" fic. I hope you will find it to your satisfaction.

@four-white-trees @skysquid22 @phantasy14 @overdevelopedglasses @passthroughtime @woundedheartwithin @jichanxo

***

"Have you read over the contracts?"

"No."

"Have you talked to the new recruits?"

"No."

"Do you even know who the new recruits are?"

"No."

"Have you looked at your emails once?"

"No."

Exhaling, Daigo glanced around Saejima's office. There was no evidence it was being used for its intended purpose (work). There were, however, several empty bottles of sake.

"Are you drunk?"

"Yes."

He didn't seem it. His hands moved with a practised elegance, one holding a knife and the other a half-carved piece of wood. Daigo couldn't say he had ever been as coordinated while drunk.

"... you've got steady hands."

"Wouldn't say that." Saejima held his palm to the light. It was a tapestry of scratches, fresh and half healed. Looking closer, Daigo could see a tremor in his hands.

He returned to his whittling, shaving more layers of wood.

There were many things Daigo could have said. A chairman's reprimand. A gentle warning. A suggestion on how to improve workplace productivity.

"What are you making?" he said instead.

"... Yasuko had this old toy." Saejima turned the wood in his hands. "An alligator. Called it Croco. She wouldn't listen to me when I told her it was a gator. I used to chase her with it, pretend Croco was gonna take a snap outta her."

"... and that's what you're making?"

"Yeah." His thumb brushed Croco's rounded head. "She lost that toy when she was a kid. I was never able to find it for her."

The knife slipped, nicking his thumb. If Saejima cared about the droplets of blood, he didn't show it.

[four-white-trees]

Sunday Six: Executive Dysfunction Edition

idk i just. didn't have the ability to post until the evening. Gotta love weird brains. ANYWAY

I've been writing things i have no business writing (that is: scenes to the sequel to the murder mystery...bro, finish the first one first) but that's like. a whole fic's worth of context i cant share. So have some dragon sibling angst!

Tagging: @jichanxo @passthroughtime @overdevelopedglasses @skysquid22 @mike----wazowski also because i know they enjoy dragon siblings content @lordichamo :3

“I’m here to visit you, Ma,” Kaoru reminded her. “You and…” She took a long puff of her own cigarette. “Ryuji.”

Now it was Ma’s smile that faded, but she nodded sympathetically. “I figured as much.”

Ten years since he’d died, too.

Kaoru had struggled for a long time with the idea that Ryuji Goda was her half-brother. Everything she had learned about him from incident reports, criminal records, intelligence, and her own witness spoke to a man who was violent, cruel, and impulsive. She had seen first-hand the cold hatred that burned in his eyes when he looked at Kiryu. But when he’d learned about her, that they were siblings, something shifted in him. For a long time, Kaoru told herself that shift had happened because he was dying. In his last breaths, he must have tried to cling to some goodness, some comfort, as he faced his end.

That explanation never satisfied her, though. Ryuji Goda was fearless. He did not need comfort in death. What he showed her, then, had to be genuine.

Love, from a brother to a sister, from a man who’d been taken from his family to a woman who’d never known hers. He’d looked her in the eye and asked if she could remember their mother. The sadness in his face when she said she couldn’t. The tenderness when she asked him to describe her.

“I got an adorable l’il sister here. If only I’d know. Maybe we coulda avoided all this, huh?”

His words had haunted Kaoru for years. Eventually she had been able to accept them, and now they rested in her heart, next to the ashes of her father.

[phantasy14]

sunday six!!

Tags: @jichanxo @mike----wazowski @passthroughtime @four-white-trees @overdevelopedglasses @nyxqueenofshadows

Shinadai highschool AU has kinda taken over my brain for a bit, so dont mind lol. This is just them studying.

“Dunno how you do it man.” Shinada sinks into the chair. “My brain’s fried.”

“You can take a break.”

“Hmm, maybe,” he mumbles, before swiftly welcoming himself onto Daigo’s futon, swiping the TV remote, and putting on a baseball game. “The Wyverns’ are playin’ tonight. You know the Wyverns?”

“Yes.” One of the topics Shinada spoke heavily of during class, and one of the topics that got him a scolding from Mrs. Kato a few months prior. Didn’t stamp out his passion in the slightest judging by the bright-eyed look he had going on. Daigo reread the question he was on (“The velocity of a train from Town A to Town B increased from rest to 30 km/hr. What is the time it takes to…“) and let out a sigh. Promptly, he closed the textbook and joined Shinada on the futon.

[jichanxo]

sunday six :D

tags! @four-white-trees @passthroughtime @phantasy14 @overdevelopedglasses @skysquid22

back again! here's more kuwagami, as usual... i ended up writing quite a bit on my trip, waiting at the airport and for trains and stuff. it was meant to be for funsies but this wip is spiralling out of control tbh 😅

The doors opened, and Yagami stepped out, eager to put distance between them.

Kuwana caught up quickly, putting a hand on his shoulder. Yagami wanted to shove that hand away, and press him up against a wall.

Wait, what? No. No he didn’t. Yagami’s anger flared up.

“Don’t touch me.”

“I’m making sure you don’t run.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

[passthroughtime]

a sudden sunday kuwagami

been tagged by @jichanxo, @phantasy14 & @overdevelopedglasses

i hate my writing with burning passion atm (friendly reminder that if you have something to say about my wip, please say it, it really helps), so i decided to touch up some old drafts i have, with nothing special happening there as well. you know what this one is

Kuwana’s eyes light up with curiosity, and he puts his hand on the side of Yagami’s face, forcing him to look at him. Yagami shivers, his fists grip the blanket like a lifeline. Never before has Kuwana’s touch been that velvety soft. Yagami leans into it and closes his eyes, hating himself for it. He is a weak, weak man.

“Oh, Yagami,” the smug asshole says, caressing his cheek with a thumb gently, “do you need something from me? You can just ask.”

Yagami bites his lip, so he won’t physically be able to say anything. This is awful. He hates how little his body needs to react this way.

Kuwana hums and, shuffling closer, presses his lips to Yagami’s forehead. With a gasp, all self-respect leaves Yagami, and he leans to Kuwana’s neck for a kiss or a bite, but, from a lack of energy, settles on a wet touch. At least this, he thinks, mouthing at the neck helplessly, his breathing ragged, embarrassed from a thought that there is an actual possibility here for him to get off on this.

[its-coda]

Raffle prizes for @samthecookielord and @overdevelopedglasses !!

[fang-revives]

Sunday Six

I was tagged by @overdevelopedglasses (as @fire-tempers-steel, hi, this is Syb on wrestling sideblog! I'll repost this to RGG sideblog). Thank you!

A piece from my Young Lion David Finlay/Jay White fic! Unfortunately this snippet will be unrelatable out of context to the RGG girlies (gn) since it draws heavily on past and present kayfabe lore, but the wrestling girlies (gn)-- hope it drives you wild ;)

Tagging @grand-magnificent, @scarskelly, @blizzardsuplex, @elphantasmo, @idyllic-idioms, @limbreaper, @nagdabbit, @shes-a-voodoo-child, @sarahcakes613 from the wrestling writers!

I think most of the RGG writers were tagged already, but if you're reading this, looking forward to seeing your work :D

-

Then, the time after that, Jay bring a switchblade knife, cupping it in his hands like a secret, and Finlay feels his stomach lurch. 

“Put that shit away, Jay.” Finlay’s voice wavers. He’s got lines he won’t cross. It’s under control. 

“I’m just messing with you.” Jay practically giggles into it. He flicks the knife open, tapping it next to his cheek, “You think it looks good on me?”

Finlay knocks it out of his hand. 

Of course it fucking looks good. It looks like it belongs at his lips. 

*

Their next singles match, Finlay barely lasts six minutes with Jay. His hands shake when he leaves the ring. Jay knows his moveset more than ever. Can take more than ever. 

What’s this all for? What does he want me for? Finlay thinks feverishly. People play mind-games, in this business. Sometimes that’s more than just commentary-talk, he knows. Is that all this has been? Jay claps him on the back as he walks by, and he jumps.

“Think it’ll be next time?”

“Um–”

Jay laughs to cut him off, “You’ll never beat me, David. Come on. Let’s go get lunch. You can beat me at Mario Kart instead.”

He should shove him for that. Fight back, talk shit, give as good as Jay is giving him. 

Instead, he goes home to the dojo, drapes his legs all over Jay’s on the couch, and tries to forget about all of it. 

[woundedheartwithin]

Sunday Six

Tagged by @overdevelopedglasses @four-white-trees and @mike----wazowski thanks guys! I’ll tag @passthroughtime and @fire-tempers-steel

I’ll post the beginning of the second chapter of Seasons. I’ve been feeling a little better lately, so maybe I’ll be able to finish and post it before spring

—

December. The world is cold and grey, and so is the Majima family office, a den of wild dogs subdued to cowering mutts as Christmastime looms, drawing nearer and nearer with each degree the temperature drops. Nishida’s glad he’ll be at his mother’s home in the countryside by the time the holiday rolls into the city.

“Are you hungry, sir?” Nishida asks, looking over to where his boss is folding an unfinished form into an airplane.

“Ain’t a child, Nishida.” He mumbles. “Ain’t hungry, neither.”

“You haven’t eaten all day.” Nishida points out, and Majima sneers at him.

“And that’s all you’ve done all day. What’s yer damn point?” He fires back, and Nishida sighs.

“I ate lunch. Like two hours ago.”

“Whatever.”

[skysquid22]

Sunday Six! @overdevelopedglasses, @mike----wazowski, @four-white-trees, @jichanxo, @ikainkspills It's been awhile bc I have not been writing lol </3. Good news is that I'm working to get my Dead Souls minedai AU finished to post for October! And the Kirin Mine fic is in editing. The Dead Souls fic I've had as a WIP for over a year now so hopefully I'm able to finish it for real this time.

“Who said anything ‘bout splittin’ up? Not like ya to jump the gun, Yoshi-chan. I already promised you that you’d be by Daiko’s side to protect her from harm. However…” Majima propped his gun against his hip and shrugged, arms bent up and palms to the air. “Ya just ain’t giving as much of a knockout performance as Daigo is.” Why was he praising him? All that he had done so far was attempt to make himself sound like his mom and not fall while walking on heels. The latter of which he was only capable of thanks to Mine’s occasional supporting arm. Majima pointed at Mine. “Ya look scared.” That was an exaggeration, but Mine glared immediately, biting down on Majima’s goading comment.

[danketsuround]

sunday six

another monday sunday six! (barely monday cause it's 2am right now and a little earthquake woke me up). i was tagged by @overdevelopedglasses this week, thank you! i saw some of you already posted so i will tag two other usual suspects @c-cw-f-saeko and @passthroughtime and anyone else who wants to share!

i was busy this long weekend TT but i'll share what i have written since last sunday six :)

(lost judgement spoilers) this is a continuation of the post-LJ au with kuwana and mitsuru, who are living together in ehime after reiko's arrest. you can read more of it in my sunday six or fic tag!

“I used to swim!” Mitsuru cries with a mouthful of fabric.

Kuwana hangs over him like wet laundry. "Things change," he offers simply.

His words stain him with sympathy over consolation. He states it like a fact, though, Mitsuru's little heart remained the same--perhaps nostalgic for a time when he could trip over his own feet. He sobs, grieving a life he fantasized about having. Marriage, children, retirement by the beach, swimming with no destination--those impossible things used to be important to Kuwana, too. But they witnessed a miracle, the two of them, and it was held in the atom-small grasp between their hands. Crying--a sure-fire sign of a natural, thinking life--had returned the strength to his voice. Mitsuru is alive. The more he cried the more alive he must have felt. The nerves in his hands could feel and know the shapes in front of him. Kuwana wipes his tears and snot again, and the shape of Mitsuru's face prints itself on the rind of his sweatshirt sleeve. He would hang it dry in the evening, and the print would disappear.

"It's my fault," Mitsuru whimpers quietly. "I can't swim. It's my fault."

Kuwana stands up and extends his reach, releasing Mitsuru’s misty red hands in favor of a spot under his arms. “You can still swim,” he says.

“No,” he musters childishly.

"Here. It’s okay. It’s okay, let’s go." He lifts. Mitsuru slumps forward a bit, then all the way. “Let’s go swimming.”

[mike----wazowski]

hello Peeps...

if you havent blocked me yet you already know what im writing for this sunday six shdjdjdj got sad assassin's creed death stuff

@four-white-trees @skysquid22 @overdevelopedglasses @phantasy14 @passthroughtime @woundedheartwithin @jichanxo

***

It all happens so quickly.

There's no time to put two and two together. One moment Desmond is there, the next he's yelling at them to go, to leave him behind as he steps up to die. Shaun doesn't say goodbye. Doesn't take the time to look him in the eye. The last thing he hears, as he's running to safety, is a cry. Raw and agonised and scared.

And then nothing.

Shaun listens to Rebecca's weeping, to William's ragged breaths, and feels rather like he does when he's updating the database. Like he's writing about some distant historical figure's horrible end, far removed as he sits at his computer.

Then he sees the empty seat in the van, and realises that this is not ancient history. This is Desmond. His friend.

And he is dead.

[four-white-trees]

Sunday Six!!! Been a hot minute but I got something this week.

@jichanxo and I have been discussing a drag persona for Kuwana for a little while now (yall have probably seen her art 😍) and we've both been taking a shot at the concept. My approach is Kuwana reconnecting with an old college friend who has asked him to come fill in at her drag bar so Kuwana has to reconnect to an old persona he created called Yuko. It's an interesting dive into Kuwana's life before he was ever a teacher as well as some kuwagami deliciousness.

tagging: @overdevelopedglasses @skysquid22 @passthroughtime @mike----wazowski @phantasy14 @ikainkspills

Time passed quickly like this. The conversations weren’t the most stimulating, but being Yuko made up for that. As the evening went on, business picked up, and Yuko couldn’t linger on any one customer for very long anyway. Naomi stepped onto the stage to sing for thirty minutes at nine o’clock, her angelic voice enrapturing the crowd, and that allowed Yuko to slip into the back to vape for a few minutes.

She met Eto who came out of the office, locking the door behind her. She raised an eyebrow at Yuko. “Vaping? Really?”

Yuko rolled her eyes. “I like it.”

“You always did have shit taste,” Eto said, smiling. She removed the clip from her hair, the straight black tresses falling over her shoulders and reaching her mid-back. “You doing okay out there?”

“Just like how I remember it,” Yuko said, and Eto grinned.

They walked back up front together, and Yuko returned to her station behind the bar. A few new customers walked in through the doors…including him.

The acid wash skinny jeans. The black leather jacket. That shaggy mop of hair.

Yagami.

Kuwana was suddenly too aware of himself, Yuko fading from his mind as he watched Yagami take a seat at one of the tables near the back of the bar. He hadn’t looked toward the bar, hadn’t seemed to notice Kuwana standing there in several layers of make-up and a red dress. He was quickly joined by another man, his face relaxed but focused. Kuwana knew that look. Yagami was on a case.

“Yuko-chan?” Nina’s high voice called, crashing through these thoughts. “You okay?”

“Oh, yes,” Yuko said, shaking her head. She put her back to Yagami and smiled at Nina.

[phantasy14]

(late) sunday six!

It has been.... a lil bit! But I actually have something to post so take some chill time with judgment gang

Tagging: @jichanxo @mike----wazowski @passthroughtime @four-white-trees @overdevelopedglasses @nyxqueenofshadows

A perfectly bright, sunshine Summer day in Yokohama. Which is the nicest way of saying everyone is burning and seconds away from turning to ash. Open windows, a broken air-con, and a single dingy fan to keep their sanities. Or Yagami's sanity, at least, who's cross-legged, butt on the floor, face in the fan, going,

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh--"

Kuwana lies on the couch, scowling. "Could you--"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--"

"Could you shut up?" Kuwana tilt his can of beer in Yagami's direction, who didn't even turn to look at him.

"Just leave him," Sugiura says from the kitchenette. "He's not budging 'till the sun's out. Or until Tsukumo gets the air-con fixed." Tsukumo spins around in his chair to give a thumbs-up, before returning to his computer. Kuwana's scowl only deepens, and he chugs the last of his beer audibly. Sugiura opens the fridge, taking the chance to relish the only other source of coolness they have, before sighing at the sight. "We've run out of beer."

"And whose fault is that?" Yagami says, pointedly side-eyeing Kuwana like a rich mum at a homeless man.

"Hey, what the shit? You go ignoring me but the minute you find one thing to insult me for you go ahead and--"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh--"

"Oi!"

[jichanxo]

early sunday six 🌼

tags! @four-white-trees @passthroughtime @phantasy14 @overdevelopedglasses @skysquid22

here's something with kuwana that also has lost judgment spoilers. (i don't remember who has and hasn't played, so excuse the tag😭)

Here he thought when he was disgraced and fired that he wouldn’t have any more parent-teacher interviews. Now they wracked his nerves something fierce, and he had a corpse left afterwards instead of paperwork. Hell of a trade-off, that was. Sometimes third year students used to ask why he decided to become a teacher, and he’d shrugged and given some canned response about how fulfilling it was. 

Kuwana’s got another bully’s corpse tucked away in a safe, isolated corner of the world. At least now when parents asked him what he had to gain helping with such an act, he could muster up a little more gusto when he called it fulfilling. Even though most of them gave him a look like he was full of shit, they’d trusted him enough to follow through with it, didn’t they?