#paper wants them DEAD wtf

[hauntingblue]

Hancock asking for a ton of food lmao

[somewhereincairparavel]

HIIII CONGRATS ON 400 AGAIN!!!! i’m in the car rn but i couldn’t wait till i got home LOL 😫 can i get “to be young and in love, ah” w jason and a demeter girl pls 😣😣😣😣 THANK YOUUUUU

"˚ ༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. Garden girl x Weather boy!˚ ༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. "

Jason Grace x daughter of Demeter headcanons list! @gentlehue this is so cute and fun to make aww

˚ ༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ A few jealous people in camp would try to change Jason's mind about liking you. Saying stuff like “a powerful Zeus kid deserves more than a vine growing girl” like wtf

˚ ༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎJason would get so mad, like do they not know who Demeter is?? Demeter has the ability to cause life threatening famines by stopping harvest and growth?? And apparently that isn't powerful?

˚ ༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎBesides you were nurturing LIVING BREATHING things and were dedicating your life towards it. And he loved that. He didn't care about what other people thought about his love life.

༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎHe was so over people telling him what to do and what not to do

༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎJason would ask you out by giving you a bouquet of origami paper flowers he made himself. Because he knows how much you hate it when people pluck real flowers out, so cute 🥹 he'd spend hours and do it all by himself. He didn't care if you rejected him either (not that you would lol) because he just wanted to tell you how he felt :(You accepted immediately ofc. You kept the flowers with you ever since he gave you them!˚

🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎAlso also, whenever your plants die, you get so upset about it and that makes him sad :( so he makes you cute lil letters and stick those dead flowers onto them so you keep them with you even though they're wilted 🥺🌷

˚ ༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎGardening dates >>>

˚ ༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎis willing to get dirty to be with you.

༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎHe would SO read books about flowers so he could talk about it with you. Like being your bf, seeing you indulge in plant conversations with other people makes him sad. Bc he feels dumb for not knowing anything about them enough to talk about it. Loves loves loves when your face lights up talking about herbs and shrubs.

˚ ༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎHe's actually a very fast learner too?? Like at some point, he'd be correcting YOU about plant information?? Like sir?? I taught YOU that?? And now you're upstaging me? He's a nerd okay.

༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎHe makes sure that the weather is perfect for your precious plants. If he spots the flowers in your garden wilting? Rain is summoned immediately. You'd pretend not to notice that he did it.

˚ ༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎWhen you guys get older and do shopping for your new house, he'd SO build you your own personal garden with a huge lawn and you'd both plant new seeds there.So the garden would be filled with butterflies and bees, and you'd wake up every morning looking at that scenery. Ahh a fantasy dream.

˚ ༘ .˚🌱୭ ˚. ᵎᵎAlso, you'd plant a tree when you have a child so the tree would grow together with them 🥹

[cryptidghostgirl]

Hello hello!! You're probably swamped with asks, but if you have the time and energy, you should do a slow burn Alastor x reader set in the 1920s where the reader is a performer at mimzys speakeasy and that's where Alastor goes to chose his victims. He sees the reader for the first time and immediately thinks that they are his next victim but he keeps getting thwarted by small incidents, such as the reader leaving early and him barely missing his chance. After a while he notices small things about them and their personality after sort of observing them, and then they meet and he loses his interest in killing them. Of course the slow burn happens, the drama ensues, he's still a killer but keeps it a secret and then after a while the reader finds out. You can choose if you want a happy ending or not, but I had that idea in my mind and your one of the only writers I see that could do it justice. Thanks for sharing your talents!!! Your amazing and gifted in ways that inspire everyone who interacts with your blog🫶🫶🫶

A/N You’re literally so sweet?? Wtf?? I love you?? Thank you??? I hope you like what I did with this fun and fluffy idea!!! ahhhhhh!!!! also, I am running with the ambiguity of the ending. I am such a little slut for ambiguity.

Burn (Human!Alastor x Human!Gn!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN. SLOW. BURNING IMAGERY. A LITTLE OVER THE TOP ON THE BURNING IMAGERY THING. Dead bodies, blood, murder, killing, mentions of stalking. This one got away from me a bit.

Word Count: 4,197

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Ravenous, that was the word. Not in the way where everything dissolves, leaving only the object of your affection. Not in the way that someone is controlled by desire. Hungry in the way fire eats paper, in the way kindling catches light. Starved in the way that leads to a progressive repeated sense of the word, a starving. A constant state of being famished that turns into a well loved and cared for blaze. Alastor burned.

The box of matches pulled from the pocket had been Alastor going to the bar, all those months before. Nearly a year now, once he sat and really thought about it. He had been going to Mimzy's little speakeasy on the outskirts of town since it had been just that, a little speakeasy on the outskirts of town rather than the full fledged, illegal club she ran today.

Back when it was a speak easy, there had never been a problem. On that fateful day, though he hadn't known it then, the club had changed its form. It had become the kindling. Sitting down at the table had been pulling a match from the box and Y/n.... Y/n had been the rough hewn striker paper he lit it on. It was all so obvious now, looking back. The expression 'hindsight is 20/20' existed for a reason.

So, Alastor had entered the club (matchbox out of pocket). As soon as Mimzy had spotted him, she had run over with a bright smile and a glass of whiskey on the house as always. Alastor had always liked Mimzy. She was wild and positively hilarious when she wanted to be but, at the same time, she had a good head for business. Her morals were just wobbly enough that Alastor felt comfortable with her, a camaraderie he felt with no other.

The lights had gone down suddenly and Mimzy, cutting herself off mid sentence, had turned to the stage in excitement.

"Good show tonight?" Alastor had asked.

Alastor never came to Mimzy's club for the music. She knew he didn't care, not really. Still, he had the curtesy to ask and so, she whipped back towards him.

"You betcha." she grinned up at him, "I just got this new kid? Came from all the way up north, can you believe that? Anyway, they have a set of pipes like you wouldn't believe! Just the bees knees, I tell you."

Grabbing Alastor's arm, Mimzy dragged him to a table by the stage. Alastor sat down across from her (match from the box) with an air of mild reluctance. Mimzy tapped her hands on the table impatiently.

A spot light flickered on and a scrawny young kid stepped onto the stage. He couldn't be much younger than Alastor or Mimzy themselves but he was one of those people that always look younger than they are. He had been working for Mimzy for a while now but, Alastor had never bothered to learn his name. He was simply 'Mimz's Manager' in his view of the world. The kid cleared his throat, leaning in towards the microphone which had been placed at center stage.

"How are we feeling out there tonight?" he asked the room at large and there had been a miscellaneous cheer from the room at large, "Well that's good to hear! We've got a real treat for you tonight folks. All the way from the Big Apple, we bring you, Y/n!"

The kid left the stage and a new figure stepped out from the shadows (revelation of match striker paper). The minute Alastor saw them, in the well cut suit that shone dark in the light, he knew. They were perfect. Slim, but not too fit and shorter than he was. Morally ambiguous enough in their aims that they had come running from New York to work at a speakeasy. This 'Y/n,' if that was even their real name, was his ideal next victim. Alastor smiled in the dim light as somewhere off stage, a piano began to play.

"I'll be loving you, always" the person sang and Alastor was taken aback.

Mimzy had been right. He had never heard a voice like it before. They sang with an emotional depth that could be heard from few. Somehow, they still managed to keep it sounding like music.

"When the things you plan Need a helping hand I will understand, always, always"

Mimzy leaned across the table to Alastor, her eyes alight.

"What did I tell you?" she whispered.

Alastor nodded his head to the side in vague agreement.

"Not for just an hour Not for just a day"

When they finished their set a half hour later, it was to raucous applause. The house lights raised and with them, Mimzy stood from her chair.

"I'll be back in two shakes." she promised before disappearing off into the crowd.

Alastor leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking beneath his weight. Contemplatively, he took a sip from his drink. The time before a kill was nearly as an enjoyable as the act itself. It was ritualistic, it brought him closer to god.

Before he knew it, Mimzy was back, dragging the singer behind her. They looked slightly frazzled, their hair a bit messy and their brow furrowed.

"Mimzy!" they exclaimed as they struggled to keep up with the woman holding their wrist in her vice-like grip.

Their speaking voice was... different than Alastor had expected. From the way they had sung on stage, he had thought it would be sharp, loud, ebullient. Instead, it was rather soft. Alastor couldn't help but think of the creek out back of the house he had grown up in.

"Al, meet my new favorite!" Mimzy announced, coming to a stop beside Alastor.

"I..."

The situation had been unexpected to say the least. Alastor had had a long day. He hadn't come here to socialize, he came here to drink. Now, he was at a loss for words, the haze of sleep and irritation clouding his mind.

Y/n looked at Mimzy before fixing their gaze back on him. The took a step forward, fixing a smile on their face, and held out their hand.

"Y/n."

So it was their real name. The one they presented to the world, at least.

Alastor smiled, standing from his seat and taking their hand in his.

"Alastor."

They had a firm handshake. There was something authoritative about it, something just a bit too confident.

"Pleasure to be meeting you." they said.

"Quite the pleasure." Alastor nodded.

They broke contact and Y/n turned to Mimzy, suddenly seeming very tired.

"I'm gonna head, Mimzy." they hummed, their voice nearly drowned out by the cacophony surrounding them.

Before Mimzy could say a word against their statement, they were gone. The crowd sheltered them from sight almost immediately. After that night, Alastor started coming to the club a lot more often.

He always sat in the same seat, the table near stage left. It was right next to the exit. Anyone getting off the stage had to go right past him. It was a calculated choice. Step one of his little projects, so to speak, had always been learning more about his victims, finding out their patterns.

The problem was, Y/n never seemed to do the same thing twice. Every time Alastor would think himself ready, would ready everything for the action, something different happen. The first time, it had been that Y/n had simply managed to slip out earlier than normal. Mimzy was always introducing them to someone or another after their shows, delaying their departure. That night, it seemed, they had somehow been able to avoid the mayhem.

Another time, the problem had been that Y/n had stayed at the club too long. Alastor was a working man and once the clock hit midnight, it was time to cut his losses and go home. A third time, Y/n had just happened to call out sick the very night he had gotten everything back in order.

A month in, and Alastor was ready for his fourth attempt. He sat at his usual table, drinking his usual drink. When Y/n left the stage, he kept his eyes trained on them as always. It went like clockwork - Mimzy pulled them away, they tried desperately to escape and eventually, they succeeded. That was when everything went south again.

One second, Y/n was by the bar and the next? Gone. Alastor got to his feet, tossing a bill or two to the bar tender and disappearing out through the door. He was determined. Tonight had to be the night. If tonight wasn't the night? He was done. Alastor was not a foolish man, he knew when he was beat.

Quietly, nothing but the sound of cicadas and the occasional echo of a car from elsewhere in the city accompanying him, Alastor slipped down the ally he knew the club's back door let out into.

"There you are."

Alastor spun around.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't show."

Y/n leaned casually against the wall, the dark fabric of their dress blending softly with the night. When Alastor didn't reply, standing in their gaze like a deer in headlights, they stood themselves up and walked the step and a half it took for them to be face to face with him.

"I'd like it if you stopped following me. Or, trying to follow me. It's getting kind of old.'' (match struck paper, match remained unlit.)

Alastor resumed his composure. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he leaned forward, fixing a teasing grin onto his face.

"Oh, would you now?"

Y/n, much to his surprise, held their ground.

"Yeah, I would. Whats your interest in me anyways?"

Thinking on his feet had never been an issue for Alastor. Besides, he really did have some questions for the illusive singer. Or, he had one question for them. One that might lead to others.

"Oh, you know." he hummed, straightening back up, "All the way from the 'Big Apple.'"

Y/n scoffed at his parody of their nightly introduction to the stage. They crossed their arms, glancing off to the ally's entrance as a drunk couple stumbled by.

"Yep."

"Why?"

Turning to face him again, Y/n narrowed their eyes.

"Why do you wanna know?"

The hint of an accent. At least he knew they weren't lying about where they came from.

"I suppose you can call me a curious fan."

"I think being a bit less of both those things would suit you."

They fell into a brief, nearly uncomfortable silence. Letting out a sigh, Y/n was the one to break it.

"Look," they began, "I know you're friends with my boss and all but... I am going to go back into that dive and I am going to stay there until you are long gone. I'll stay the night if I have to, d'ya get it?"

Alastor's smile tightened.

"Loud and clear."

"Good."

Y/n didn't see Alastor for another week. Slowly, the tension that had permeated their every waking moment since meeting Alastor that first night, the constant ache of his eyes on their back, began to fade. Just a little, but it was enough. When they saw him sitting at the bar almost two weeks after their little altercation, the amount it had faded was just enough to make them angry at his return.

Alastor hadn't really meant to come back. His plan was to give it a month, maybe even two. His plan was to come back and resume life like it had been before he had ever even known Y/n existed. His mind had other plans.

He had tried to find another target, occupy himself with a new victim. There was something unsatisfying about it, he couldn't quite get his head in the game. Every time he went to trail a potential victim, he heard their voice ringing out in the silence of his mind.

There you are.

Alastor had been killing for about three years now. He had a good number of victims under his belt and was in no ways a newbie. Even back when he had been one, no one had ever caught him out like that before. There had been a couple close calls, sure. There always were but waiting for him? Thwarting his plans repeatedly? Beating him at his own game?

"I thought I told you to leave me alone."

Alastor looked up from his glass of whiskey, smiling politely up at Y/n. He could feel the anger radiating off them in waves.

"Mimzy would be rather sad if I just up and disappeared like that, no explanation."

He caught sight of her across the open space and waved. With a bright smile, Mimzy waved back before returning to the conversation she had been embroiled in. Alastor turned back to Y/n.

"Oh, wouldn't you hear that? You're getting sober. Congratulations."

"Ah, but there is still the music and that wonderful new singer who came down from up north not too long ago."

Y/n took a deep breath, calming themselves.

"It's not that hard of a question to answer. Or at least, it shouldn't be for most people. What, are you on the run from the cops? I heard life is oh so dangerous in those big cities up there, after all. Maybe part of the reason was you."

"If I answer your question, will you leave me alone?"

Alastor was silent for a short moment before he replied.

"If I like the answer? Sure. I'll leave you alone."

In a single, sharp movement, Y/n dragged the stool beside him out and sat down. Tapping their fingers on the table, they got the bartender's attention and ordered themselves a drink.

"You want to know why I left New York?" they hummed thoughtfully, "It's because of guys like you."

A shock of sudden nerves fought through Alastor's system. Did they somehow know? After all this time, had someone figured it out? After just under two months?

"Guys like me? What ever on earth do you mean?"

"You know, pretty boys. Pretty boys who turn out to be creepy boys that don't know the meaning of the word 'no.'" (match struck paper, match remained unlit.)

It wasn't the first time Alastor had been called pretty or handsome or something of the like. In fact, he knew he was pretty. It was part of why the whole ruse worked. Normally, however, when people told him he was, it was accompanied by far too much blushing and looks to the side. Y/n held his gaze firmly the whole time.

"So, you're escaping an ex? A jaded lover?"

"A jaded 'someone-who-watched-me-perform-once-and-decided-it-meant-we-were-married'? Yeah."

The bartender placed the drink in front of Y/n. They picked up the glass, downing it in one go. They grimaced.

"You like my answer?"

"Hmmm... no." Alastor grinned, ear to ear, "I don't think I do."

Y/n sighed.

"What is it you want from me?"

Alastor's brow furrowed in confusion. He was very good at keeping the inside from showing on the outside. The question had just caught him so off guard, or maybe it was something about Y/n that had him on his toes, he couldn't help it. They kept seeming to make his head spin.

"Want from you?"

"Money? Sex? Fame? A fall guy? What."

"I don't want anything from you." (match struck paper, match remained unlit.)

Y/n eyed him suspiciously. The answer had been automatic. Alastor himself was struggling to comprehend the words that had left his mouth. He wanted to kill them, right? What he wanted from them was their life, right? That was what he had been working for over all these days, fighting for. He knew it was true so why did the statement not feel like a lie as it had traveled from his tongue?

"Yeah right." Y/n placed their hands on the bar, pulling themselves to stand, "I totally believe that."

"Just your time, Songbird. Just your time."

They turned to him.

"I don't understand you."

"You don't have to. I don't understand you either."

They paused.

"It frustrates me." Y/n admitted, "Who even are you? I don't know anything except your name."

Alastor gave their now empty chair a pointed look. Y/n stood in contemplation for a few seconds before they nodded their head once, seemingly to themselves, and took their seat once again. Confidently, they tapped two fingers on the lip of their empty glass.

"Another."

(match strikes paper, match lights.)

Alastor was the match, Y/n was the paper. The club stopped being kindling the moment the pair took their conversation outside its boundaries for the first time, about a month or so later. For a while, there was no kindling, there was just match and paper. Alastor liked it that way.

It had been hard enough to come to terms with the fact that he really did have no interest in killing them anymore. That the moment such an idea occurred, he could see them in his minds eye, smiling or picking at the hem of their shirt the way they did when they were nervous.

The kindling reappeared when Alastor realized the match had been struck in the first place. That was a whole other thing. The friendship suddenly seemed easy, the loss of bloodlust directed toward them was like nothing in the face of a realization like that. Once he recognized the flame, Alastor stopped being a match and Y/n stopped being paper. The match became the little flutter of their stomachs when they caught sight of one another, the tension of the moments where they could make contact. Y/n and Alastor were kindling now and they were standing oh so very close to that dangerous flame.

It was Alastor's sleeve that caught fire first. It happened when they had gotten caught in the rain. Y/n had opened their umbrella and, seeing Alastor had none, insisted he join them in its cover. Alastor had, of course, refused. With a roll of their eyes, they had grabbed his hand and yanked him forcefully into place beside them. Alastor hadn't realized they had only touched once, when they first shook hands, until Y/n's skin made contact with his once again.

The worst part about it all, was that it made sense. It made so much sense. They were quiet, contemplative, and calculative. Before long, being with them felt like being with an extension of himself in an odd way. Alastor couldn't quite describe it, he didn't have the words.

Y/n always seemed to notice things no one else did. When Alastor had forgotten his umbrella the next three or four times it had rained, they had confronted him.

"Almost like you're doing this on purpose." they had hummed softly.

Though they didn't look at him, Y/n knew Alastor was blushing.

"Shut up."

The next thing to catch had been Y/n's collar. Y/n had been chatting with him, sharing a drink before their set and they had lost track of time. At the sound of the stage manager, Alastor still did not know his name, beginning their introduction to the stage, they had jumped up in fright, hurriedly tightening their tie which they had loosened in the casual atmosphere. Noticing that the action had caused part of their collar to fold awkwardly, Alastor had gotten to his feet as well. With a gentleness he had not made use of since his mother died, he had fixed Y/n's collar.

"Wh-" they had stopped mid question, having realized what he was doing.

His hand lingered on their collar. Y/n's eyes traveled up his arm, at last meeting his own.

"Thank you."

Those big wide eyes, full of curiosity and comfort. Alastor could get lost in those.

"Y/n!" the stage manager announced.

"Shit!" they exclaimed and the magic of the moment was broken as they pulled themselves away.

All it took was that. It wasn't much but, fire has a way of working with what it has. When a few days later Y/n had stepped out into the street without looking, being too caught up in the story they were telling Alastor, and he had pulled them back just as a car passed, it was too late. The house couldn't be saved, the flames had gone too far. A few blocks later, after thanking him, Y/n had realized they were still holding hands. They stopped, pulling Alastor to a halt beside them.

"What are we doing?"

"We're going for lunch. Are you quite alright? You were the one who sugge-"

"No, Alastor. I mean: what are we doing?"

Alastor followed the path of their eyes to their interlaced fingers.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

There was a pause. The world turned around them.

"I don't... I don't know if I can do this anymore."

Alastor took a deep breath before braving the sight of their bewildered and slightly saddened face once again.

"I said all I wanted was your time."

"That's the problem."

Y/n let go of his hand, running their own through their loose hair.

"That's the problem, Alastor." they said again.

"What is?"

Y/n had a habit of telling him the most serious things eye to eye with a stoney demeanor. He was surprised to see them break from this confident custom of theirs as they looked away, their arms wrapping protectively around themself.

"I want more. I want you to want more."

Alastor was stunned, he was speechless.

"I... I'll see you tomorrow, Al."

Before they could make it more than a step away, Alastor grabbed their shoulder, spinning them to him. Y/n looked up at him, confusion painting their features with the most delicate brush.

Alastor struggled, he fought. Still, there were no words.

"Don't you get it?" he asked, "I want your time. Y/n, I want you."

Alastor kept finding himself in trickier and trickier situations. First there had been trying to kill them, then the hurdle of not wanting to kill them. Friendship had given way to its own bag of worms and now that they were more than friends?

He had thought that it all would stop. He had thought that if things ever worked out the way they had, everything would be okay. He had forgotten his nature.

At first, hiding the killings was just as easy as it had been before. It did not stay that way. Alastor was good at hiding things, always had been. That wasn't the issue. What was the issue was that he cared about Y/n, he didn't want to hurt them. Keeping secrets... well, his mother had always told him that no one ever fools anybody. His mother was a wise woman. His mother had been right.

Y/n had stopped by as a surprise. They had a home cooked meal in a basket and a bag over their shoulder full of records they thought he would like. When they stepped into the foyer of Alastor's large, garden district home, they had called their usual greeting.

Alastor's heart had stopped at the sound of their voice. He froze, his cleaver still firmly wedged between the shoulder and chest of the man he was chopping into pieces for easier disposal. Hoping it was his mind playing tricks on him, he waited. They called again.

"Al! I have a surprise for you! The surprise is me! And also? I made you dinner. Come out! I know you're home!"

Under any other circumstances, them showing up like this would have filled him with unbridled joy. However, it wasn't any other circumstances. It was these circumstances. Alastor was covered in another man's blood. There was a body just a few rooms from his beloved. Either way, they would find out the truth. They were a nosey thing, always so inquisitive.

"Alastor!" he heard them call again.

They were closer now, much closer. He watched in a mixture of horror, despair, and a twinge of excitement as the doorknob jiiggled.

"Alastor?"

How would Y/n react to such a sight? Would they cower in fear? Was their love alone enough to hold them here, to tie them to him in loyalty? Would they run to the cops? Would they cry? Would they ask to help? Would he have to kill them too?

It was sickeningly delightful, all the unknowns. His heart pounded violently in his ears. The door swung open.

"There you are!"

Ravenous, that was the word. Not in the way where everything dissolves, leaving only the object of your affection. Not in the way that someone is controlled by desire. Hungry in the way fire eats paper, in the way kindling catches light. Starved in the way that leads to a progressive repeated sense of the word, a starving. A constant state of being famished that turns into a well loved and cared for blaze. Alastor burned.

"My dear! How wonderful to see you."

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Sorry if the end made you angry,,, I just think the not knowing is so much more fun!

Also the song is "Always" by Irving Berlin.

[really-bibi]

【ｂｅｓｔ　ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ？】

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚pairing: bangchan x reader ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖summary: maybe you weren't too late. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚warnings/genre: college au, hurt/comfort, its very awkward ngl, i tried to make it mildly funny but my humor is shit, includes use of (y/n) ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖notes: this is a part 2 so if u haven't read the first part, i suggest to go do that before proceeding ! click here. english is not my first language, so there could be grammar issues and stuff. also this isnt proofread

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he loved you. it was clear, but he still denied his feelings, even to himself. bangchan fucked up. really badly. yes, he was already dating someone, but really, she was just a replacement. he felt bad, honestly. saki had never done anything wrong. she was nice, and smart, and she wasn’t just pretty. she was drop-dead gorgeous. everyone loved her, and he couldn’t blame them. but she just wouldn't cut it. she just wasn't you. when you confessed to him that day, he didn't know what to do. he panicked. he knew that he didn't actually love saki, but it he didn't want to admit it. bangchan was being a coward, always too scared to confess, thinking that it would ruin his friendship with you. every day, he held back his feelings. that was what ruined your friendship. he took a deep breath as he knocked on the door to your apartment. you walked towards the door and looked through the peephole cautiously. "god, its him. of course its him.", you thought. you hadn't talked to bangchan in a week after what happened at his apartment. "...come in.", you unlocked your front door hesitantly. "i broke up with her." "you WHAT?!" holy shit. maybe your delusional ass has a chance. "i don't love saki. i never loved her. there was always this other girl, and i just thought you had the right to know about this.", he said, sitting down on your couch in the living room. oh. nevermind. of course he still likes a girl that isn't you. "i've actually loved her for a really long time. its been.. 7 years, i think?", what the actual fuck. that was longer than time time you've liked him.. "okay, i can't do this anymore.", he continued. "huh?? what-" bangchan kissed you on the lips. you froze, not even able to kiss him back. oh my god. the love of your life just kissed you. on the fucking lips. "uhh are you good (y/n)? i'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable, really." "..." "..hello?.. earth to (y/n)?", he waved his hand above your face. "holy shit." "so are you good now orr-" you pulled him into another kiss. he kissed you back. oh my god. the love of your life just kissed you back. on the fucking lips. at this point, your brain isn't even functioning enough to form a coherent sentence. "i love you", he announced. "woah, i just realized right now after you kissed me twice" "shut up" "wait, channie what are we?" "people", god, he's dense as a rock. "..no i meant like our situation." "we're sitting on a couch", there is no way he's not joking right now. suddenly, he got down on one knee. "christopher fucking bahng." he pulled out a paper ring and asked, "will you be my girlfriend? "you're so fucking dramatic i love you" "..is that a yes?" "what do you think that was?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ a/n: ew wtf was that?? its kind of really extremely bad but idk anymore,, my humor is shit btw so i hope u didn't expect to laugh.

[rallamajoop]

The Baker Incident Report and the Resident Evil 7 Guidebook

While I’m talking obscure sources of RE7 lore, there's a couple more I’ve been poking through lately: the Baker Incident Report file (only available with the RE8 Trauma Pack DLC), and the BIOHAZARD 7 resident evil kaitaishinsho or RE7 guidebook (only available in Japanese, though some translations have made their way online).

I’m not the biggest fan of these kinds of ‘canon’ – fans shouldn’t have to go pouring through pages of DLC-exclusive-text-dumps or untranslated supplements to find out WTF was supposed to be going on – and both of these have other problems I’ll get into below. All that said, here's some of the more interesting new info they give us.

From the BIR, the Winters were moved to ‘Eastern Europe’, as witness protection from the Connections. That's still frustratingly unspecific, but more than we’re ever explicitly told in the game.

The lab that created Eveline is in Munich, Germany, per the BIR. This one does add up: close enough to Eastern Europe for Miranda to be involved, but not so close that it would necessarily ring alarm bells for Mia when the BSAA wanted to move them right to Miranda’s doorstep. Mia’s obviously been to the Munich lab, but presumably didn’t know exactly where the mould comes from (something redacted out even in their own reports). The guidebook also places the lab in Europe, but doesn't give a city. The BIR adds that the Connections are active in Eastern Europe, and we know they have facilities in Central America. Presumably there are offices in Texas too ‒ Mia can't be commuting cross continents to get to work every day.

Eveline was shipped to Central America due to an attempted raid by the BSAA, which is far more we learn from the "Orders" file from the game. The BIR goes so far as to imply that this botched operation was indirectly responsible for the whole Baker Incident, with Chris and his team leaving due to their frustration with the BSAA's attempts to cover the incident up. The guidebook, however, tells us Chris Redfield was actually the guy leading the team behind the failed raid. I assume we’re meant to take it that the mission failed because of an info leak, but I’m still amused by just how ineffectual this franchise keeps making Chris out to be.

Post RE7, Zoe is working as a reporter for a small paper in New Orleans. We don't know if she too went through witness protection but her name was listed among the dead at the Baker mansion.

Ethan is called a systems engineer in both the guide book and the BIR (this one does seem to have been spread around fandom more widely).

Eveline was created in the early 2000s, according to the guidebook. This one really doesn't add up for me: if the project started in 2000 and had already advanced through the A-E series by the early 2000s, why did it stagnate there for the next 10 years without further progress? Did Miranda leaving the project set it back so far? They can't have been waiting for Eveline to grow up, she can age 25x faster than usual, and is being deliberately maintained at the age of a 10yo girl. IDEK, I'd be inclined to ignore this one.

The guidebook states that Mia told people she worked for a "trading company," and was often away from home for work, something which had already strained the Winters’ marriage. I'd guess she told people she spent a lot of time accompanying shipments of goods when she was really smuggling materials or taking part in covert operations for the Connections.

The guidebook gives 2010 as the year she started working for the Connections (a year before her marriage to Ethan in 2011, though it doesn’t mention when they met, which may well have been 2010 or earlier). Mind you, this is also the one bit that randomly calls her "a researcher", so take it as you will (more on this below).

Of Mia's involvement with the project that created Eveline, it says only that the Connections' Special Agents Alan and Mia were assigned to transport Eveline to America. No real indication Mia was ever involved before then.

Of Mia's relationship to Eveline, it says that Mia "found Eveline creepy, but felt sympathy for her lonely situation." You and the rest of us, Mia.

Eveline forced Mia to lure Ethan to the Bakers' property in hope that adding Ethan to their family would make Mia more compliant, according to the guidebook. Eveline was especially fixated on Mia, having known her longer than the Bakers, and was frustrated with Mia's continued resistance to her control. Mia seems to have tried to keep Ethan's existence secret from Eveline to protect him, but somehow let it slip. All this is already implied in-game, of course, but it's nice to have it spelt out.

The Bakers feed people infected food because “oral and mucosal infections” are supposedly better for mould-powered mind-control. Ethan is obviously already infected AF well before their attempts to feed him 'dinner' (there's no way his severed hand would be usable otherwise), but IDK, maybe ingesting some extra mould would have made it easier for Eveline to control him? I'm sure a 10yo girl and a family of hillbillies do not have this down to an exact science, and I wouldn't even be surprised if feeding people mould was counter-productive somehow, given their success rate.

So why did none of those infected prisoners join Eveline's "family" alongside the Bakers? The guide book tells us simply that all were "deemed unfit" as family members, and were thus killed, and converted into molded instead.

We get official names for all the molded types we meet in the game (Moulded, Blade Moulded, Quick Moulded and Fat Moulded – pretty self-explanatory).

As a side-note, Ethan himself gets referred to as a ‘molded’ around this fandom a lot, which really isn’t correct. Ethan’s infected by the mold in the same manner as the Baker family, whereas ‘molded’ is a term coined to describe what amounts to mutamycete zombies (see above): the unintelligent, inhuman monsters that made up the generic enemy types of RE7, whose whole bodies are simply “superorganisms formed of countless mycelia.”

The guide book also implies that Jack’s final, mutated form reflects that he’s starting to become a moulded himself, which is a very interesting little detail.

Notes attached to concept art suggest that most moulded are created from dead bodies, covered by mould in bathtubs to convert them. Eveline is also seen spontaneously converting people to shapeless mould though, and clearly converted much of the ship’s crew into moulded-creatures in a very short time after her escape. It’s not super-consistent, but it is all horror-logic at its best (read: the rules are whatever will make this scene scarier).

There’s a bunch of additional stuff in the BIR naming the Connections’ founder as Brandon Bailey, someone who naturally has ties to Umbrella, blah, blah, blah ‒ I’m sure it all means more to fans of some of the older games. I can't pretend to have much interest in this part myself.

So with all that interesting info, what's my big problem with these sources? Well, for one thing, you don’t have to look far into the guidebook to find info that contradicts what we already know – and sometimes even itself. One page clearly describes Mia as a special agent working for the Connections ‒ a description that matches the wording used in the Orders document, and everything we see Mia doing in the game. But then another page randomly tells us Mia was hired as "a researcher" ‒ a description that matches nothing else we know about her (though it's an irritatingly common misconception, and this book may be the reason why). No-one's checking any of this stuff for consistency.

The guidebook also features such other gems as telling us Ethan currently lives and works in Los Angeles, when both Mia’s driver’s license and all geographical logic tell us they’re from Texas. Then there's that weird bit about Eveline being created in the early 2000s... and realistically, I can only assume a lot of what made it into the book may have come from earlier concept notes that were never updated as the story developed ‒ and if you read anything else on the production of this game, you'd know that concepts changed massively as development went on.

But more frustrating is everything the book doesn’t tell us. There isn’t a word said about the oh-so-mysterious "imprinting protocol" that Mia references in the game. How does it work? Is it, as the ending text spiel seems to imply, merely something that can be implemented in a hurry when Eveline needs to be transported across the globe? Can she be imprinted on more than one person at once? Has she ever been imprinted on anyone else? That seems likely, given that the lab’s in Munich while Mia lives in Texas (and if she's really been around since the early 2000s and Mia joined the company only in 2010, she logically must have been), but we don’t find out. Does Eveline get similarly obsessed with everyone she’s imprinted on, or is Mia special? Not a clue.

Since the guidebook was released in March 2017, long before the Not a Hero and End of Zoe DLCs, neither expansion is mentioned in the text. And since we don’t even learn the name ‘The Connections’ until the Not A Hero DLC, the group that created Eveline is referred to simply as the “mysterious organisation” (with quotes) whenever it comes up.

Nothing is said in the guidebook about the new incarnation of Umbrella which was so prominently involved at the end of RE7 either. Possibly, this too was to avoid spoilers for Not A Hero, which does at least give us some info on them – but then, the Baker Incident Report doesn’t mention the new Umbrella at all either, and it doesn’t have that excuse. That omission is all the stranger, considering that Zoe’s whole purpose in writing it is supposedly to expose the cover-up after the Baker Incident – doesn’t Umbrella factor into that at all? It’s like their whole role in RE7 has just wiped clean.

It's also obvious there was so much more lore written for this game that the guide book doesn’t share. Early versions of collectable documents that can still be found in the game files give the D-series head and arm some fascinating backstory, but there’s nothing about them in the guide book, which is a real shame.

Mia especially stands out as a character who must have so much backstory we never hear anything about. How did she get involved with a company as evil as the Connections? How did she justify it to herself for so long – what excuses did she make to herself? Did she genuinely believe they were finding ways to win wars without losing soldiers? Was she gathering evidence against them, was she scared they’d kill her if she left? Not one single word in either the guidebook or the BIR to explain.

Even more annoying to me, though, is just what a wasted opportunity the Baker Incident Report is to add more to Zoe’s story, when she’s one of my favourite RE characters. Included in the text is a letter she received from Mia, giving what should have been the perfect opportunity to flesh out the relationship Zoe and Mia must have built in the three years they spent trapped in the Baker property, the only two (semi-)sane people present – and what does the letter do? Imply they hardly knew each other at all. It’s the most boring possible answer, it contradicts hints from the actual game (Marguerite outright tells us they've been working together, even!), and GDI, you do not get to tell me that my girls didn’t know each other! ;_;

Ethan and Mia similarly get the short shrift. Throughout RE7 their every interaction is building to a big scene that never actually happens where Ethan finds out the truth – Ethan knows Mia’s been keeping secrets, he never stops asking questions about it, and Mia says outright that she wants to come clean. So what does the BIR tell us? Well, post RE7, Mia mentions in an interview that she doesn’t want anyone telling Ethan. Not a word about what changed her mind. Not a word about why Ethan would just stop asking. Total cop-out.

And there’s so much more it could have covered too. There's nothing about Ethan’s ‘military training’. Nothing about the Winters' relationship with Chris. Mia’s conversation with him in RE8 suggests he was personally involved in relocating them to Eastern Europe, but the BIR doesn’t mention that either. The BIR at large is basically just an extended lore dump, and it doesn’t even sound like Zoe’s voice.

So this is about where I finish up with both of these sources: frustrating, inaccessible, inconsistent, and more missed opportunities than real material. There’s a lot in both I’ll happily go on ignoring. But I’ll still pour through them for every last interesting detail, because I am that obsessed with this canon right now, and they’re what we’ve got.

[azzzsleep]

The Mars Bar -a maraudaurs micro fic-

Someday during 7th year James felt brave and wanted sweets. So against anything logic, he went to moony' chocolate stash and took a Mars Bar. Its just a Mars, its just ONE sweet, moony won't know....

The treat was savoury and Prongs stayed on his friend bed too tired to move away (wrapping paper in his poket) and slowly closed his eyes.

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The day was long for remus, he was in pain and needed something sweet. Lucky he thought he still had some chocolate but needed to rebuild his dying stash.

When he open the door, on his bed was James, they exchanged smiles and a quick hug before Remus walked to his treasure of goodness. When he opened the box he saw Kinders and Milkyway, Nestles and Sneakers but no more Mars...weird

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Remus: Prongs?

James: Yes moon? *tiredness in his voice*

Remus: Did someone else came into our rooms?

James: No why? *less tired* is something...wrong?

Remus: Yeah. We got robed.

James:

The time stoped. James froze "oh fuck he SAW!!? ", he felt endangered.

James: H-how weird...........

Remus stode up and slowly looked at Prongs closer, he scaned his expressions fear and regrets. His lips were close but shiny like he wanted to wash whatever leftover of a crime was left and his hand on his poket was a dead give-away since the equally shiny wrapping paper of HIS mars bar was sticking out.

Remus was tall. Too tall James thought. Everything was too tall or too big even for James, how could Sirius managed all that though James. Remus got closer to him, a small smile tracing his handsome face and a murderous look in his eyes. The wolf was there too... great i am fucked was the last thing james had in mind before Remus, hand on his face cupped his jaw and made him look thoses eyes.

Remus has dropped the smile, and was face to face with James.

James: I- i sorrwy moon *panic* i i can buy another!

Remus:

James: 2 more...no 10 i will buy you 10 of them and a 10 more to stay alive with no trauma nor scars.....please

Remus smiled again : i will let you make a quick phone call but Merlin be a witness Prongs you are not moving ^^

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Sirius was with Lily and another girl that afternoon. Obviously Sirius was flirting, it was a game, just something to pass time. And Lily watch amused at how the cool Sirius could be so un-cool when he tried to seduce his own men.

*His phone buzzed* Prongsmabrotherfromanothermotherandloveofmylife is calling.

Sirius: Heyyy my loveee how are you

James: In danger. Help

Sirius: W-What!?

James: I ate his chocolat.

Sirius:

James: Do you love ME!!?

Sirius: I am already walking to honeydukes babe, don't worry.

James: AAAHHHHHHHHGG

The phonecall ended there.

Lily: Wtf!?

Sirius: We need chocolat. Now

Lily: James ate moons chocolat!!!?

Sirius: By that scream i am guessing that not only did James took his chocolate but also his last chocolate and that means one thing.

The Last Mars Bar

Lily: He is fucked.

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30 minutes later Lily and Sirius came into the room bags of sweets and medical props under thier arms and a shovel.

Lily: Where's the body!!!? Is my boyfriends dead !!?

Sirius: Is mine going to prison!!!?

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[doctahchang]

other epic sims voyager save moments that are too tiresome to post as screenshots:

- one of the triplets got a pop-up that they were making paper flowers at school for mother's day. i chose to keep flowers for myself. bc their mom is, like, dead. almost immediately i received this message: 'edward strutted off, flowers in hand - that was, until the wind plucked them free and stole them. the bright flowers drifted in the wind's current until they were little specks on the horizon, never to be seen again.' wtf imagine they make you partake in mother's day activities despite the fact your mom is dead and then this happens

- janeway death pipeline: chakotay went to selvadorada to do some archeology stuff, got fear of unfulfilled dreams, then got poisoned almost immediately, went home, janeway screamed at him and died out of anger while he was on a brink of death too. kids got to watch as well! in my head he got additionally traumatised bc technically this sequence of events started when he finally got to do something he loved

- janeway's ghost is often angry because 'this spirit was angry in life and is even angrier at death'

- after janeway died b'elanna invited chakotay for dinner to cheer him up (somehow this is an option) this was really sweet :( idk if it is a coincidence but sekaya also invited herself for a stay over after that

- all that time he had the wish to get married which automatically disappeared after janeway died. but do not worry he has it again as it was the first option that appeared for him when i tried a new bucket list feature for the first time. poor lad i don't know if his dreams will ever come true

- the only thing that chakotay has going for himself is that he works as a teacher. someone has to pay for janeway's huge ass house

- that one time when doctor tried to hit on janeway at the halloween party. awkward. (if you are interested she automatically went as a space captain. my creative queen)

- philippa lost her first tooth because she got in a fight with amelia <3

- yesterday i realised that i had a picture of janeway with harry facing her bed. okay girl

- i wanted for janeway to do farming but she sucks so bad her chickens are always hungry. i think she will get killed by them next time she comes to life

- the first time janeway and chakotay got together tuvok was the first one to congratulate her over the phone. despite the fact that every single time that he saw them talking to each other he would come to them and stand over there with 😐 face

- i want chakotay to get abducted by aliens and have an alien baby so bad you don't have any idea. but i am on the fence bc i do not like how it relates to the seska storyline in voyager and i don't know if i can deal with another kid in a household

- gretchen always has some sort of beef with edward every time she comes over. she straight up doesn't like him despite everything i do i even cheated their relationship up but they were gone in an instant. the implications of this are very funny to me

- i know that ages are off but i like how kids automatically befriended naomi at school and invite her after the school day ends to play :з

- still contemplating how to let janeway bone that furry without hurting chakotay's feelings bc they got together again. bc i thought it would be funny to do after doctor called janeway and told her that they would make quite a pair. and chakotay is working on trying to get her back to life that would look bad for her like imagine you max your skills to revive your girl and she bones a werewolf in the meantime

- tom calls triplets all the time and invites them to come over but i do not let them because i haven't built a proper house for him. loser

- i actually started this save as a resolutions situation with only janeway and chakotay then slowly created everyone else and built a 'voyager' lot where i played for some time. in the meantime those two got a kid (while living in that resolutions situation). i deleted him bc i wanted to play with threshold kiddos. they still have a picture of him in janeway's bedroom. i do not know how to approach this situation

[randomnameless]

what do you of people who think that pointing out how problematic claude and almyra are in the fodlan games is racist?

?

You mean people who think you are racist for noticing that Claude and Almyra in general were written with the worst orientalist clichés from the early 1810s?

As a rule of thumb, I don't believe you can determine if someone is racist or not based on their opinion of fictional characters -

That being said, there's a difference between saying "I think Devdan sucks" and whatever goes down in the chamber pot, using real world rhetoric about "invasive species" and whatnot to throw shade at fictional characters you don't like.

@gascon-en-exil made a Tellius video about Devdan's uh... well, Devdan in general in Tellius and the wtf that was Devdan in a game released in the 2000s, internationally released at that - and fwiw, some youtube comments talked about minstrel shows and how Devdan reminded them of those shows so, I definitely think pointing Devdan's entire existence - down to his concept - isn't racist in itself, you're not committing robbery when you're trying to prevent one.

About Claude and Almyra in general as depicted in Fodlan...

Well, in FE16 the game basically told us that Almyrans - in the Cyril/Hilda paralogue - are people who enjoy senseless bloodbathes (they raid the border for funsies and feast and party if they're able to return home ffs!) and while they might have different values (which is not a bad thing in itself!), they are the kind of people to turn tail and flee even if it means leaving their allies die (what Claude expected Hilda to do in CF!) or their civilian randoms (Cyril was caught by Goneril forces when they raided their camp).

You can't fight anymore when you're dead, so running away isn't always the worst solution, and yet, the way it's depicted (in CF for tears, in VW to shit on Nader) in the game, it's not supposed to be something we see as good/nice/has relevance.

In Nopes Shahid mounts the greastest invasion the Locket has ever known... to show his dad that he has muhrit too and can attack the "cowards" so plz stop mopping about the son who left without writing a letter.

Aka, Almyra sends its troops to invade Fodlan... in a penis measuring contest for the throne.

Yeah.

However, everything falls apart when we play GW's second part.

Now Nader wants to bring "souvenirs" from the war, by - and it's Lorenz who tells us ffs, not Claude, but Lorenz which has all sorts of implications - pillaging the cities they will be conquering.

Claude asks his dad to give him the Almyran Navy - and by ask I mean Nader has him sign the paper while he's half asleep, a bit like what your random kid does when school asks for a parent's written authorisation, you hang the damn paper to your parent while they're doing something else so they sign without really thinking - for his personal fight in Fodlan that consists in...

Killing the CoS? Yes, but also, and more importantly, to get rid of Fodlan's "outdated" values basically by tearing apart the country/its borders.

In a nutshell, in Nopes, FE16!Hilda's racist stereotypes about Almyrans and Almyra are... confirmed.

To sum up, canonwise, Fodlan depicts Almyrans as people who love needless bloodbathes, who prey on the country they're agressing "for fun!" when it's at its lowest point to mount a serious and real invasion to 1/score points in the royal inheritence record, or 2/to effectively bring disorder/kill/remove important pillars of that country because they want to change its "values and traditions" while pillaging and massacring the land as they cross it.

My bad, it's not the 1800s rhetoric about "the orient" it's both this, and a side dose of throwing the worst tropes ever like "invading people to bring them civilisa- i mean, a new set of values".

In a way, Fodlan is worse than Tellius in that regard, because while Devdan is, hopefully, a side character you can forget to recruit, Almyra - through Claude - is a compulsory point to play through when you play the Fodlan games.

Like, the devs - graphic devs at least - really researched and designed outfits, not only based on RL cultures, but to give a distinct flair to Almyra (when they couldn't be assed to do the same for the "mainland fodlan" characters), like Claude's outfits always have a detail (at least one when it's not the barbarossa class!) to tell you that this class/character has ties to this other place, Almyra!

Surely you'd want to know what Almyra is about, right?

:')

And then you learn and wonder, Echoes didn't bother to draw specific outfits reminding the player of RL cultures gor Grieth or the Brigand Boss, so what was Fodlan thinking when they gave those outfits to Claude and Nader? What kind of associations are you supposed to make?

Are we back in the "Kaga said the land of bandits who kidnap to most likely seduce without consent ladies was inspired by Persia? What the actual fuck?" era?

In a way, depicting Almyrans as the "bloodthirsty people who pillage as they go" is, imo, as offensive as Martin's Dothrakis, I don't think you are, or anyone is, racist for pointing it out.

[shadale-s-safe-space]

I don't know why, but in my head this music fits them so well: https://youtu.be/w6bp5FEWLgA

Fun fact, AleX and Z are both Slavic, no not Russian like Doll. But very similar to it. The reason why I gave Z that outfit at the end of chapter 3 is because his rl counterpart is a very big fan of Metro and Stalker series, so I paid a little omage to it but didn't want to make it too obvious. I did the same thing for AleX with Dead Space. Z's "Hologram" if I should call it says "Make us whole again" which is a big thing in DS 1. Also the AleX's nightmare design for Z in chapter 3 is inspired by necromorphs. I also wrote a lot of curse words in their language and just hid it in chapter 1 lol. But everything is in English so everyone can understand wtf they're saying.

Couldn't draw anything today so here's them skating together, traditionally done cuz I forgor how paper feels like and wanted to experiment a bit.

[bengiyo]

Dangerous Romance Ep 10 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Kanghan and Sailom ran away because Kanghan's dad sucks so hard. Kanghan wanted to blow as much of his dad's money as possible, and decided to sell his bike after his card was frozen. He decided to get it back because he didn't want his dad to feel bad about the gift, and so they went to a pool hall to hustle and somehow didn't get stabbed. When they went back to buy the bike, Kanghan and Sailom were beaten by the guys they hustled and Kanghan was forced to kneel before them. We learned that Sailom has been in contact with Kanghan's dad the whole time, and then the two of them had sex, which looked kinda awkward as hell.

The scent kink continues, as does Sailom's embarrassment around sex.

We never did see what happened to Guy and Nawa.

Papang may have chemistry with everyone, but Name is going to cause big problems for Saifah.

Love how we led with Name sending guys to burn Sailom, but now we're at Name wanting to quit because he doesn't want to murder people. This show is so weird.

I kinda wish Dad was having this conversation with Kanghan and not Sailom. Now we're gonna have to sit through Sailom doing this for the dad instead.

What did I just say? 😐

First they push Saifah and Name all the way back to this boss. Now they're pushing the dad back to his dead wife???

Is the dad dead or just injured?

Now why the hell is Saifah confessing?

"I'll stand by you." Two minutes later. "Never mind. Get out."

Why the fuck is Name still around??

I'm sorry, but I do not buy Sailom accepting zero help for his brother.

Guy losing his athletic abilities is pretty serious, but it feels a bit extraneous to what's going on.

We wasted so much time on Kanghan being like would you love me if I was poor just to have him close ranks at the first big problem. This show is so fucking tedious. Why did we leave Sailom behind for so long for this rich dumbass?

Nawa is like maybe we could just pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars...for two hours. Like, this is cute, but feels so off with the danger going on elsewhere.

Who is Saifah covering for that he's willing to abandon his little brother like this?

Now we're back to the escort plotline I guess. With no one to watch for him, my dude got spiked. WTF.

Did he instinctively call Kanghan? How is he even here?

This teary reunion in the money probably seemed like a great scene on paper, but the context around this is so stupid.

Next week I have to watch Sailom get shot at? Shit just do be happening.

This show sucks so much. It truly has no respect for poor people. This is the most unsexy Thai show we've had all year, and that includes the weird chastity hanging over Low Frequency.

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Writerly Question Tag

Stealing this one from @leahnardo-da-veggie but leaving it under a cut because it's really long :D

I'm tagging @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @pleasestaywithmedarling @writingphoenix and @sarandipitywrites if you feel like doing it (there's a lot of questions :D) and also an open tag.

About You

When did you start writing?

I probably "wrote" before, but I remember wanting to write some huge fantasy epic when I was around 12-14. Spoiler: I did not, in fact, write a huge fantasy epic.

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

I read more things than I like to write. I only write romance-adjacent darkish fantasy (is it slice of life if the char gets sliced), but I love reading murder mysteries, some more mainstream romance, and lots of YA and fantasy that are heavier on the plot than what I do.

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

I don't actively try to emulate anyone, but I sure keep picking up things left and right. But even when I read something great and think "wow, I wish I could write like this" it often would not fit "my" style, whatever that may be. The one time I actively tried to soak up things was from my dearest @alittlewhump <3

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)?

There really is just once space, which is my desk, because I do not have a laptop and I will not write on my phone. Also, I never leave the house, so. (It's a mess, and with the exception of several character prints on the loft bed in front of the desk, the decoration is gaming oriented.)

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

Hahahahhaaha. *sobs* Sometimes ridiculous deadlines and pressure work.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

Absolutely. For example, I have never had real contact to anyone in my family outside parents/siblings/grandparents (and the latter are long dead), so I tend to forget that families can be bigger and most of my chars have exactly one sibling XD Also sorry y'all (nonspecific) are fed up with the generic western european fantasy world with deciduous forests, snowy winters, and castles, but *looks around* yeah.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

Loneliness. Looking for a place to belong. Never being enough. Trying to figure out wtf love is. Haha. I am super surprised.

Your Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

We all know it's Damien, don't we? 😔 I can't just write like 300k words about a guy going through hell and back without loving him. He's perfect. Traumatic backstory. Lowkey morally gray even though he has such a good heart. He gets the pain, and the asexuality, and the self-hate, and the cool sparkly magic. For my active projects, there's Riordan, my aro-allo, ridiculously positive mercenary guy who has no manners - I really, really want to make him despair and cry for once. And there are Ross and Irina, and it's impossible to have one without the other, but I can't even say much about them yet, because they're still developing (we gotta get them out of the torture dungeon so they can have a personality.)

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life?

Probably Merridy. I wish I could show her video games. It's a fantasy story and you can play it yourself? Sign her up. It would be hard not to be friends with Riordan, though.

Which characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

Except for all the bad guys, I think Lily would be too exhausting for me. Not so much dislike, just please get your early bird extroverted energy over there while I remain over here.

Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters?

I have a vibe, and that vibe grows arms and legs. Sometimes even a regular amount. By the time I put the char on (digital) paper for the first time, I know very little about them other than a few bullet points. They develop together with the story.

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters?

Asexuality. I have to force myself to write an allo char, and even then ... XD I also probably need a guide on how to write neurotypical chars, sometimes I look at one and am like... "oh no, not you, too." And almost all of them like books :D

How do you picture your characters?

I do not. (Aphantasia gang rise up.) I create portraits for them in the game I play, which works ok-ish. It doesn't have great options, but I'm stuck with it, because I have most of them as characters I play.

Your Writing

What’s your reason for writing?

I have to. There's things in my head. They need to leave.

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

To be frank, I write about things that will alienate a lot of "normal" readers, be it the violence, the queerness, or disabilities. It means a lot to me if something like that resonates with someone, because if I don't reach that audience the only one that's left is the one that asks "but why would you include X, ew :/"

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work?

While I wish my work to be perceived, I do not wish to be perceived myself.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I uh. Write. By which I mean, I don't need anything to start. No outline, no moodboard, nothing but 3 vibes in a trenchcoat and some random thought I had a few months ago. Sometimes I get stuck and lose interest, but I have a couple of finished works, so I'll keep going like that for now.

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

I have no idea, but it's not prepositions.

How do you feel about your own writing?

It's good enough. (Except for the prepositions.)

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

Probably. I mean, I hate writing by hand, so depends on how long electricity is running without any other humans around, but that's not the question, is it. I'm not sure it would take the same shape as it does now, if I never publish, I don't need to stress myself with the deadline of edits, but I would still have to put it all down, because I HATE when I forget my daydreams 😭

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy?

I mostly write what I want to read myself, but I would be lying if I didn't admit that I have added things multiple times in the past thinking "oh, I know who would like that". To be clear, that's not talking about an "audience", that's my dearest friends who could go for a little impalement or medieval execution :) Sometimes it's also "you know what we need more of?" posts, but let's be honest, none of those people will ever read it. I just happen to agree with them. On the other hand, I have censored myself in the past because I was afraid what others will say. It's great sitting on every single fucking squick list out there. Lastly, there's also that issue where sometimes, I want to write something, but the story develops in a way that it doesn't end up fitting, and while I am sad, I will bow to the will of the story.

[blooming-violets]

The ask I sent previously was deleted and I'm mad I'll send it again

In the comics there is a hilarious story line where aunt may starts dating Jameson what do you think Peter's reaction would be to that of he found out ?

What would Peter's reaction to may dating in general be I think he would be annoyingly protective dress up as spider man crash her dates or threaten the men dangerous bodily harm if they break her heart and will start staying over at May's house alot more and be very clingy for a while

This has huge potential for being extremely funny and I want your thoughts on it

OH I can see him being so possessive over her! Especially if it's Jameson!

You know how in Dancing on My Own, Peter crashes Reader's date and is obnoxious and trying to get her to come back to the apartment with him instead??

It's that times ten.

Any time he hears she's going out with him, he suddenly has a super big problem that only she can fix. He needs her really badly. It's an emergency. He's having a mental health crisis. He's gonna jump. Quick, come home and talk me down!

And she falls for it half the time because that's her boy and if he says he needs her, she goes. Peter knows this very well and uses it to manipulate her. But over time she catches on that this only happens when she's about to go on a date.

He will straight up call her repeatedly during their date until she picks up. He'll tell her there's a fire at home, the cat is dead, a burglar broke in, he was in a deadly car accident, he lost his shoe and needs her help to find it, anything to get her to come back.

Until she puts her phone on silent because he's being a dick.

He will trash talk Jameson every chance he gets. He'll make a god damn power point on all the reasons why he sucks and May should run far, far away.

He goes so far as to try to find her other men to date who aren't Jameson. Shows up with some rando dude from the grocery store like "Here! He's perfect for you! I told him you'll take him out tonight." Meanwhile May is like wtf please get this stranger out of our home.

May is slowly losing her mind.

Spider-Man becomes NYCs biggest public nuisance. He'll try to ramp up everything he's doing so he keeps making the papers. His goal is that Jameson will be so obsessed with all the Spidey news that he doesn't have time for May.

It doesn't work. His plans backfire.

Just makes Jameson more annoying and May, of course, doesn't know Peter is Spider-Man so she goes along with his rants, much to Peter's displeasure.

Spider-Man starts showing up all their dates, too.

Swinging right over their outdoor table of lunch, purposely knocking over Jameson's drink into his lap with his foot as he goes.

"Accidentally" shooting a web over the guys mouth and "forgetting" to take it off for him so he's just stuck with it until it dissolves.

Swooping May up off her feet and swinging her away because he "thought Jameson was a pervert trying to hurt her".

Stuff like that.

May is getting real sus at this point because Spidey and Peter are really morphing into one.

She's sitting there watching Peter and remembering all the weird times she's found strange shit in the laundry and how strange he would sometimes act and starts putting two and two together:

omg this is how she finds out he's Spider-Man

Because he's too damn jealous and possessive over his adopted momma that he just forgets to be secretive about it.

He's getting sloppy.

When it finally comes out, she starts to understand why he's so angry about it. Jameson has never been kind to Spider-Man.

She can blame it all on that but, really, Peter probably would have done that with anyone she tried to date who's not Ben.

He's got jealousy issues haha.

OMG what if he comes home one night and over hears them having sex

He would die. Act like such a baby! Covering his ears, yelling, stumbling around with his eyes closed like he's traumatized, banging things to get them to stop.

Imagine Jameson walking into the bathroom, shirtless and in his boxers, happy as can be while Peter is throwing death glares at him across the hall. Standing there outside the door like this:

It really would turn Peter/Spider-Man into public enemy number one omg

[rtfics]

AI Deepfake Spirk.

I watched the Star Trek when it originally aired in the 60s. I was 6 and not a Trekker/Trekkie (don't get me started about that argument), but I liked it because, back then, seeing a multiracial, multinational cast was something (remember, this was during the Cold War, when Russians were The Enemy, and Germany was cut in two by the Berlin Wall, so having Chekov, a Russian ensign, was noteworthy).

At comic shops I saw the first badly mimeographed Kirk/Spock zines, which created the term "slash." These were illegal then because of the occasionally pornographic art and the gay sex scenes. Back then you hid things like this in a brown paper bag.

I've known Trekkies/Trekkers who've wanted Kirk/Spock to be canon since the series first started. So when I saw fans having happy screaming meltdowns on tumblr I wondered WTF and went searching for the cause.

OK. It's not quite canon. But short of a lip-lock, it's close enough.

That said, I have a problem with AI Deepfake having dead actors do roles they had no say in. This sets a dangerous precedent.

Maybe Leonard Nimoy would have loved this short film. Maybe he wouldn't. We can't know. Even if his family or executors gave the OK to this, we don't know what Nimoy would have said.

This means every celebrity-- actors, singers, politicians, etc -- must have a clause in their will about whether or not to allow after their death any AI Deepfake creation of them or them as fictional characters. To have their likeness owned by who they designate, not to have a movie or TV studio or advertising company do whatever they please with their likeness.

For me, who admired Leonard Nimoy as an actor in many different roles -- he wrote and starred in a brilliant one play play about Vincent van Gogh -- it's intensely creepy to see a Deepfake AI of him. There's a deadness to his eyes, because they're not his eyes. They're computer generated eyes.

What bothers me is how many people aren't disturbed by this at all.

Here's Nimoy -- the real Leonard Nimoy -- in his tour de force one-man play, Vincent, at the Guthrie Theater in Minneapolis, MN. He wrote this and plays Vincent van Gogh and his brother, Theo.

[kermit-p-hob-brainrot]

Ok y'all I have promised my beloved mutual @pop-squeak that I would write a post on my most beloved invasive marsh plant, Phragmites australis also known as the common reed. This thing is so invasive that it is considered a model for invasive plants as a whole.

Some things before we start

Most of this is focused on Virginia since that's where a lot of the research on this bad boy is being done but it does exist elsewhere

I will have citations at the end if you want some more reading

This is based on research I did for a paper like a year ago so there might be new research I am unaware of due to having other classes to do

Please brush off your shoes when you enter/ leave a park so you don't bring stuff places it shouldn't be

Please read I promise it is really really interesting and important to the resilience of out coasts in North America especially in the mid Atlantic to the south :)

If you have questions don't be scared to drop them in the replies/ reblogs

I am an undergrad!!!!! I am generally new at this but I am fairly familiar with this specific subject and trust that everything in this post is accurate, but in general with invasive species it is a heavily nuanced topic that can be very complex. This is my best attempt to simplify this species for general consumption since I think its just really cool and important to coastal botany rn.

This thing lives in the marsh which is the area often between forest and the ocean/ body of water of varying salinity. This thing loves moderate salinity marshes since it can somewhat resist salt water intrusion. This is a part of what makes it so invasive especially in this era of severe sea level rise. Many coastal forests are dying as sea level is rising pushing the marsh farther inland. Part of the problem is that many native species can not move as colonize the new land as fast as the common reed can.

Phragmites as is incredibly good at reproducing and growing so close together that nothing else can live even close to it. It makes clonal offshoots of itself (THEY CREATE CLONES OF THEMSELVES?!?!?!?!?) and creates networks for communication. this dense packing leads to a monoculture where for miles in the strip of marsh 95% of what you see is phragmites. It is a magnificent and horrifying sight as you see the dead trees in the middle of these fields of phragmites knowing it was only 5-10 years ago that that was where the forest line was. It is the beautiful horror about being slowly consumed by the ocean. This monoculture does not only apply to flora but also fauna.

Farmers often actually welcome phragmites to their land and are resistant to get rid of it. This is because as native species have died off, phragmites has been able to colonize these areas fast enough to help resist further salt inundation and prevent flooding. This unfortunately is only a band-aid solution, especially in southern Virginia near the Chesapeake bay which has some of the highest rate of sea level rise in the country, since native plants and diverse marshes make them more resistant to flooding. It is better than nothing though, so we must keep in mind transition plans for farmland when trying to manage phragmites. We practice science to help every day people, not in spite of every day people. They should be included in all management decision making. We work for them not the other way around.

Competition is the name of the game for Phragmites. It beats is competition not only with its cloning abilities (there's a lot more to this but i had to read like 7 different papers to figures out wtf anybody was talking about so I'm not going into it) and sheer density, but it can also just poison the other plants around it. It can release a toxin that inhibits growth and seed sprouting in other species. It is also resistant to flooding and drought and it has been found that ground disturbance can make it spread faster. This makes it highly resistant to most disturbances that occur in marsh and wetland habitats.

Because it is resistant to like everything it is so hard to kill. To the point where some of the people who management have told me that eradicating it for an area is near impossible and an unreasonable expectation. Reduction has become the best case scenario. This makes early identification important. You can try to kill it by herbicides, mowing, fire, smothering with a plastic tarp, throwing a bunch of salt on top of it, and flooding with fresh or salt water.

The common reed is an interesting mix of being both a native and invasive plant. Phragmites australis has a subspecies native to North America, but this subspecies has been largely replaced by a more aggressive non-native European subspecies. Phragmites can grow from three to thirteen feet with broad sheath like leaves. Its considered one of the most invasive plants in the worlds having a broad geographic range. It exists on every continent except Antarctica.

As someone who has been in a field of them you can not pull these out of the ground. The tops break off but you have to dig them out of the ground if you wan them out. Also just a pain to walk through.

Here's a pic: (Yes that a person, yes they can be that tall)

Works Cited

Langston, A. K., D. J. Coleman, N. W. Jung, J. L. Shawler, A. J. Smith, B. L. Williams, S. S. Wittyngham, R. M. Chambers, J. E. Perry, and M. L. Kirwan. 2022. The effect of marsh age on ecosystem function in a rapidly transgressing marsh. Ecosystems 25: 252-264.

Humpherys, A., A. L. Gorsky, D. M. Bilkovic, and R.M. Chambers. 2021. Changes in plant communities of low-salinity tidal marshes in response to sea-level rise. Ecosphere 12.

Accessed 9 December 2022. Invasive alien plant species of Virgina: common reed (Phragmites australis). Department of Conservation and Recreation, Virgina Native Plant Society. https://www.dcr.virginia.gov/natural-heritage/document/fsphau.pdf

Accessed 9 December 2022. Common reed (Phragmites australis). Virgina Institute of Marine Science. https://www.vims.edu/ccrm/outreach/teaching_marsh/native_plants/salt_marsh/phragmites_facts.pdf

Theuerkauf, S. J., B. J. Puckett, K. W. Theuerkauf, E. J. Theuerkauf, and D. B. Eggleston. 2017. Density-dependent role of an invasive marsh grass, Phragmites australis, on ecosystem service provision. PLoS ONE 12.

Accessed 9 December 2020. Phragmites: considerations for management in the critical area. Critical Area Commission for the Chesapeake Bay and the Atlantic Coastal Bays. https://dnr.maryland.gov/criticalarea/Documents/Phragmites-Fact-Sheet-Final.pdf

Uddin, M. N., and R. W. Robinson. 2017. Allelopathy and resource competition: the effects of phragmites australis invasion in plant communities. Botanical Studies 58: 29.

Meyerson, L. A., J. T. Cronin, and P. Pysek. 2016. Phragmites australis as a model organism for studying plant invasions. Biological Invasions 18: 2421-2431.

[thebettermccoy]

😂Funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse? 

📑 Favorite part of your muse’s backstory? 

📝 Favorite headcanon for your muse? 

😒 Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore? 

🔮 What do you see in your muse’s future? 

🔥 Unpopular opinion about your muse? 

😩 Hardest thing about writing the muse? 

⌨ What’s a situation you’ve always wanted to RP with the muse? 

😂Funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse? 

Just being in the five-issue Dark X-Men storyline. Dark X-Men #1 starts off strong when Osborn sends them on their first mission to interview the "I'm an X-Man" victims in the hospital.

That scene reads as one adult (Mystique) trying to wrangle three children on a road trip. You've got Omega (the youngest kid who won't shut up and begins to wreck shit up), Mimic (the sad middle child who is coerced into also wrecking shit), and Henry (eldest child, chaos instigator but also just wants to go home.) For those who haven't read it, please do. For those who have, reread it with this mindset, the storyline will be exponentially more entertaining.

📑 Favorite part of your muse’s backstory?

It's hard to say that I like/ have a favorite backstory for Henry when he little grew up in a terrible world where Apocalypse ruled. The first time we see him, he is already an adult known for his twisted experiments.

Perhaps the thing that I like is that we don't know what his experience was before Earth-295 went to shit. So it leaves us to wonder exactly at what point Henry McCoy lost a few screws. Even Scott and Alex (who supposedly at least shared some similarities in upbringing as Henry in Apocolype's world) think he's "a creepshow".

It leaves us to ponder what fucked Henry McCoy so terribly compared to the others on the evil side of this storyline. I could write an entire paper on this (and I did once, then deleted it out of embarrassment back in college). I wish I had fucking kept it. It would have been useful in this context.

📝 Favorite headcanon for your muse?

Unlike his counterpart, McCoy hates Twinkies. He did not grow up with them, so when he posed as Hank during the Onslaught storyline, he tried one for the first time from Hank's stash and spat it out because it tasted like spongey sweetness wrapped in chemicals. He cannot fathom why Hank likes them.

😒 Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore?

He's not a head in a jar during Krakoa. He fucked off somewhere. (I'm still bitter that Sinister and Apocalypse, and his now-evil counterpart get to have positions of power on Krakoa, and McCoy is just a floating head doing absolutely nothing. Sooo much-missed opportunity. I'd rather he just be dead.)

I also kind of ignore the Generation X (1994) #-1 issue with Dark Beat meeting Emma Frost when she was 16. Not only because it's weird, but it also makes little sense in Emma's timeline anyway. It only became kinda relevant once (during X-Men (1991) #74 X-Men (1991) #79, and X-Man (1995) #44) anyway. Let's just say I'm not upset that it hasn't been brought up again.

Sidenote: Remember when I answered the ask about my favorite creepiest/derpiest image of McCoy, well I just found this one and it is 100x better. WTF Luke Ross? I'm dying. )

🔮 What do you see in your muse’s future?

Some writer at Marvel misses him and he'll be back. I have a feeling it might be soon, too, since he has been "dead" since 2019.

🔥 Unpopular opinion about your muse? 

I am of the opinion that Henry is on the asexual spectrum (either through nurture or chemical changes that he enacted upon himself, as we know that Hank is not asexual.) Sex, like everything else, is just another tool for him to get what he wants and even then it is not a tool that he usually resorts to. Sure, it can be fun, but I think he views sexual urges as more of a distraction from more important things, and he doesn't particularly like to be distracted from his work.

😩 Hardest thing about writing the muse? 

I am as dumb as a sack of bricks, so writing an evil genius requires various levels of Googling to make sure I at least sound like I know what I'm talking about.

⌨ What’s a situation you’ve always wanted to RP with the muse? 

A humorous romp. Maybe something where he is part of a mismatched duo forced to work together with someone under bizarre circumstances. I want to really lean into the true trashy gremlin side of McCoy. It's hard to balance humor with someone that is so disgustingly evil, but I love it when it's done well and I would love to give it a try.

[geee-three]

who wants loredrops/outline for my shizumafu actor au thats not about shizuku or mafuyu in the slightest (it is shuffle units. yes it is lovin beats and yes they live together

chapter one: the you i recall

shiho pov (wednesday)

minoshiho hanging out, chatting

mino playing project diva, shiho mostly watching (just being comfy in each others presence)

shiho remembers ichi

regrets being so preoccupied w/ someone who just went offline during the few times shizuku was home

winces at the mental mention of shizuku

between perfect grades, perfect looks on stage and camera, and a perfect personality, shiho's rough aggression and fading passion fell flat

not the best sister to have for your mental health

however hsihos also a shitty sister in return

rememebrs she hasnt called shizuku in months

decides to try and call her that evening

two hours later

mino attempting to help hona cook. failing.

shiho escapes the smoke and remembers to call shizukus private number (reminded by terrible cooking)

voicemail

fuck. try again

leave a voicemail this time. hey sis im sorry we havent caught up recently id like to talk if you have the time via text is ok too i just want to make sure youre ok yknow after you looked after me for so long and like i know were not as close as we couldve been and im sorry for that yeah? ok cool uh text me whenever i'll make it work around your schedule

fuck she rambled and got choked up

mizuki enter. heard all of it. you ok bud

no but its whatever because minori is burning down the kitchen

mizuki suggests heading out for the evening. shiho would like that but is expecting mizuki to suggest shopping (painful when you hate mirrors bc all you see is a flawed half baked version of your sister)

mizuki suggests live house instead. happens that its one of the ones they perform at sometimes. wink

ok alright lessgo??

chapter two (the regret i hold so dear)

shiho pov (wednesday)

standout performance.

shiho does NOT WANT them to see her

vbs performence.

shiho does NOT WANT saki to see her. mizuki wants to catch up with an and because they also perform here sometimes noone questions it when mizuki drags shiho into the performers area

mizuki and an chat, an and shiho exchange a few words

saki and shiho eye each other warily and keep their distance

unforch for everyone iori wants to get involved

tono twins agenda. iori gets into an argument w/ akito about arata. saki steps in and yells at iori for like. three minutes.

shiho very quickly and visibly remembers how hot saki is and proceeds to ignore that.

iori sulks off and spots shiho just standing next to mizuki w/ nothing to do

proceeds to pick a fight bc shiho wouldnt join standout

shiho Cannot Do This today and pretty much just takes it until saki comes along and points out mio is RIGHT THERE BABES chill out

shiho thanks saki and saki returns it with a "this doesnt mean i like you i still hate your guts"

why wtf did i do i thought we just drifted apart

do you not remember what happend to ichika. its like at least a third your fault.

WHAT HAPPENED TO ICHIKA??

ooooooo did you not know. fuck. uh bye toya save me (vbs drag an and haruka away from their gossip sesh w/ mizook)

they get back and minokoha are like yall went to a vbs live w/o us?? traitors?? but shiho shoves past them

shiho texts saki like tenma what happened tell me rn or i'll ask hoshino ans sakis like yeah babes u might have problems w/ that

they call saki cries shiho comes very close to it

they agree to keep it from honami which is kinda hard bc lvb practically live in the same house with three rooms and paper thin walls (they do all visit their parents still for like two or three weeks like yall they aint graduated) (theres more deets about this but its in a google doc somewhere)

chatper 3 (dead in the water)

kohane pov (thursday)

kohane figures something Is Up with shiho and goes to look for her

overly detailled description of The House (honakoha room, mizumino room, shiho room, kitchen, one bathroom one bathroom + shower) (shiho gets a solo room bc shes there pretty much full time. mizukis also there a lot and minoris not so they share)

shiho is Not In The House

kohane texts the gc all panicked and no-ones seen her

she runs around all nearby livehouses and cafes looking for shiho (it is raining though and also like 2pm)

finds shiho fucking drenched, phone dead, sitting in a bus stop. she looks like she hasnt felt an emotion in weeks

she sees kohane and looks like shes about to cry

they sit in the bus stop for a long while and talk about a lot of stuff and shiho doesnt mention shizuku but kohane knows, somehow, and

and when they'd sat for long enough and the bus never came, kohane took her hand - rough and calloused, nails cracked and chipped, made for punching walls and tearing apart people and smashing hearts like glass - in hers - smooth like silk, soft and warm, nails delicately painted in two colours, a light pink and a crimson, alternaiting, made for taking photographs and scrapbooking and writing calligraphy, hands that had vollenteered to join something so fleeting and passionate and violent at its core that it might break everyone involved just like it did before, apparently - and she realised she was staring, just as shiho was. this tiny flame between them, that they'd ignored long enough. in all honesty, shiho was the reason she ever got involved in this. [insert recalling ans first performance here and how fuckn. scared she was.] she sighed. "c'mon, babes. lets get you home."

"wait is mizukis slang rubbing off on you. fuck no no no." cue laughing

kohane, tiny hampter she is, drags back this big ass sopping wet wolf and forces said wolf to shower and eat a proper meal. showering not pictured because this is kohane pov and kohane much as she is gay is not a creep

chapter four (could we rest on common ground)

shiho pov (sunday)

mizuki drags shiho out of the house (where she has been moping pm since thursday) to a party. not her style but wtv

mizukis only going bc of an, shiho learns.

however an dragged out akito because she didnt know if mizuki was going or not.

mizuan frolick off to go get drunk (theyre both just about 18 dwdw this is set in early november) leaving akito and shiho behind

they stand there awkwardly holding red solo cups for a minute. ok well shiho has a can of beer but akito has a red solo cup.

wait why. hes still 17. shiho simply does not bring up the fact she is also 17.

they begin to gossip. shihos never met arata and wants to know about iori's "dumb gay twin", in iori's words. (ignore that iori is also gay and dumb). akito only talks about arata in the sense that he is a massive fucking bastard

by this point he decides actually yeah i need a drink

he briefly mentions that souma gave toya sampling lessons (see: walk on and on) and he has to be at least partially greatful to arata for introducing the two bc yknow while toya is amazing (quick gay tangent. shiho turns into homophobic dog meme.) he wouldnt be as confident to become the groups offical composer if souma hadnt helped

then he asks how shiho knows iori anyway and shiho explains she works as a stand-in bassist at live houses pretty frequently (which akito didnt know bc he mostly frequents voice only live houses rather than those w/ live music) and got to know iori's band pretty well, though not as much mio bc she was standing in for mio. this became more frequent and shiho finds out that mio just up and quit the band because her and iori were going through a rough patch, and iori invited (read: demanded) shiho join, which she refused

akito asks how she knows saki and if theyre on speaking terms yet (he wants to collab he thinks this emo bassist is cool (read: he made a friend) (this is rare)) and shiho thinks they are? they met in middle school right before saki was in hospital but they drifted apart as soon as she got out because the friend that was holding them together (dont say commited suicide girlirpops. brain-mizuki stfu) ditched them. (thats not better girl. brain-mizuki stfu)

they talk about music (akito infodumps about radder) and decide yeah that collab would be cool. (ignore the fact that kohane and minori will faint on the spot.)

the two talk for a while longer, eventually conversations turn to akito complaining about his sister (ena we know her we love her). shiho tells him to be greatful that his sister is around and returns his calls. akito responds that is sounds like they have diffrent types of dysfunctional siblings, which gets a giggle out of her. (when was the last time she laughed, properly?)

mizuan turn up, shitfaced and covered in hickeys. akishiho grimace at each other and take their respective lesbian. b4 they leave, shiho just about works up the courage to grab akitos number under the guise of that potential collab (made a friend) and on the way back mumbles something about if you (mizuki) throw up in my bed again i am ditching you on the street.

chapter 5: normalicy is changing, for the both of us.

shizuku pov

finally finds time to call shiho back

uh uh uh write this later (havent planned very thouroughly but there are Vibes)

they talk about like. futile things. to distract themselves from just how broken their relationship is.

chapter six: trust me, baby, you'll do fine

mizuki pov

i have no clue what happens here but chapter two was supposed to be mizook pov but i changed it to shiho and we need a mizook pov

note: must be at night. like 11pm maybe?

they are In the Kitchen. shiho is making depression ramen at 11pm

everyone is "asleep" (phone time in bed) and mizuki goes to get water (talk to shiho somewhat privately)

mizuki calls out shiho on avoiding honami and asks her why shiho is edging around the topic and mizuki decides not to push it because she can read people unlike everyone else in this fucking house

oh and shiho refuses to talk about shizuku

on that platonic mizushiho agenda folks

mizushiho hug scene. btw.

end it off with a "wait theres some people id like you to meet" (jumpscare the readers w/ discord next week)

chapter seven: don't think too hard about it

shiho pov (sorta)

got added to a nightcord server by mizuki (who thought it would cheer her up)

kanade (k), ena (not clickbait!!), mizuki (qt pie), airi (professional h8ter) <- spelling intentional on my part but not airis, mafuyu (anonymous), minori (riririn), honami (k's bbg) <- set by mizuki and she doesnt have the heart to change it, shiho (bunny) <- name changed by mizuki and she cant switch it back bc no admin

chatfic style

chill chapter. no sads.

mafuyu primerially responds via a single multisyllabaic word

ena and airi flirt in general and mizuki tells them theyre too single to be in a server with TWO yuris

chapter eight: connections like a web of lies

mino pov

shiho is texting akito (bc they friends now :D)

minori is a spying bitch and leans over her shoulder only to discover that shiho is texting her cousion

wtf shiho??

the explaination "we were chaperoning lesbians at a party together" makes even less sense

she messages akito like "hey dude are you friends with an emo bassist with light blue hair" and hes like "yeah the one in your band" and shes like "were you chaperoning lesbians together??" and hes like "thats one way of putting it i have a photo one sec" and minoris like "SINCE WHEN IS YOUR HAIR NEON ORANGE???" and hes like "since i dyed it like. four years ago. yknow to look more like the rest of the family" and she is shellshocked then it hits her "wiat youre shinonome from vbs" and hes like "were you not going to shows to support me" and shes like "no im there to simp after kiritani haruka the same as i have been since i was like. five." and hes like "oh yeah i forgot youre a chronic lesbian"

shiho is fucking wheezing this is the funniest shit shes seen all week

(note: ena is ginger in this and shiho has light blue hair not grey. cool? cool.)

chapter nine: we'll be alright as long as we keep on trying

shiho pov

shiho and shizuku meet up in person

they talk about when they were kids, and how everythings changed

shizuku laments how she has to be here in disguise and wishes she could just be more open with everyone

shiho asks after mafuyu eventually and shizuku starts rambling like a lovesick victorain

"so the rumors are true then" "i dont go on twitter for a reason shii"

shiho mentions the way the bills are split (i.e. she pays a third of everything and hasnt told anyone) and how she hates decieving people. "and when they move in properly, because they probably will, im gonna have to tell them all and theyll be upset with me for lying."

shizuku doesnt have an anwser for her but tells her she will never have to worry about the amount as long as shes alive.

when shiho gets home shizukus wired her more than enough to make six months of rent

chapter ten: ghost girl dancing on the rooftop with me

august 10th. saki pov.

texts shiho pretty much outta the blue.

"hey, tomorrow is her birthday. she'd be turning 18. i've been celebrating it for her, would you like to join me?"

they go to the gravesite with gifts for her. saki brings a phenny plushie and champange (it is her 18th birthday after all) and shiho brings a (recent) miku album and a geranium boquet (https://static.miraheze.org/projectsekaiwiki/b/b3/4koma_60_en.jpg)

they do a toast to what couldve been and pour three glasses. bittersweet yknow.

they play the miku album (they figure she hasnt heard it yet)

there isnt any flowers or a wreath from her parents. they came at night, too, so they had the whole day. saki figures they just pushed her to the back of their minds and forgot. "just like they did when she was alive".

they almost have a gay moment but saki stops it and tells shiho that "not here, not today."

chapter eleven: revealed in an instant

shiho works hard to cover her tracks but life360 works harder

honami pov

making food at 2am. (everytime she adds an ingredient, the voice in her head says something like "im going to hell" "im a glutton" "ill be wider than i am tall b4 long" even though shes literally making egg fried rice)

shiho comes back from graveyard. its like 2am. honami is cutting spring onions for the egg fried rice.

she wouldnt meet her gaze, keeping her back facing the door. "why are you back so late?" "i- i cant tell you." "why not?" "i promised." "promised who?" "i cant tell you that either. i wish i could, hona, but-" honami sighed, setting down her knife, and sprinking thinly sliced spring onions over the two bowls of egg friend rice. it'd always been her go-to comfort food. "sit down, shiho. we need to talk."

and they talk. honami pokes about why shihos been avoiding her and it takes very little poking for shiho to come clean about it all (saki and ichika)

honami stared down at her bowl. she'd barely touched it. "go to bed, shiho." "are you sure? you look like you could use some company." "yeah. yeah, i'm sure." shiho squeezed her shoulder as she walked past, and honami waited until she heard the lights click off before practically sprinting to the sink, gripping it like a life support, staring at her reflection in the muddy water. (the sink, of course, was soaking a cast-iron pan that minori had managed to set on fire.)

well, this was her reflection. a girl who barely squeezed by as "chubby" and couldn't do anything right and who's grades plummeted the moment she tried to do anything else with her life who barely fucking graduated and is currently trying to keep it together and make ends meet with her failing band and her part-time job and her girlfriend (yet another thing wrong about her) that she didn't deserve and is now a murderer.

she wished she couldve been born right, or maybe just not been born at all, but she was here now and she had to stay positive. just until their big break.

i havent planned the rest of it yet but. teehee :3