#since the first was the prologue

[egophiliac]

I love your take on Crowley!

I know that the early, non-Diasomnia stories aren't really your thing, but are you reading the novels at all?

I have been following some of the fan translations and the second book seems intense! Would love to hear what you think about them.

thank you! 💚💚💚 I'm not really sure why you think I don't like the earlier arcs though, I love pretty much all the characters and their storis! (I think 5 and 1 are my favorite of the past episodes, though 6 infected me with the Shroud brainrot something fierce.) I just...ESPECIALLY love diasomnia. :') but there is room in my heart for all of these dweebs! like, who among us is not just as ride-or-die for Adeuce as they are for us.

that said, I don't really follow the other adaptations like the manga (aside from a dip-in just to see the new Yuus) or the novels, though I keep meaning to check them out! I do like seeing the differences between the different forms of media, and how certain things get adapted one way or another! but alas, time/a lack of accessibility stands in our way more often than not. :( someday...someday I will have time to consume all of the media...

[dapurinthos]

and to you, dooku c. 39bby, i bequeath my very favourite thing: the moment in season four of alias when jack bristow learns about a spork and the uses one can be put to.

Words’re a way of lying. Dooku’s eyebrows rise. From a certain point of view, yes, but that is an awfully cynical point of view for a young child to have. “Why do you think that?” The child spreads their hands wide like a conductor about to take a frivolously elaborate bow. Naboo. The name is accompanied by an impression of a deep, heavy, disappointed sigh. The hands come back in and the child covers their face. Masquerade. Dooku understands all too well the irritation with all of the rules that govern interactions; the Order drums etiquette into its children's heads from almost the moment they arrive. The earliest and most oft-repeated lessons are on the necessity of not saying out loud what others may be concealing. He does not have fond memories of the different classes of forks. Yoda had taught him that the most useful utensil was a spork with one side of its end sharpened–preferably serrated, cover optional–and even now, in the middle of state dinners, he found himself sighing internally over the different utensils for different courses. The spork had been useful even beyond eating. Once, he and Rael had been escorting a contact defecting from one of the many conglomerates making up the larger conglomerate of the Corporate Guild to safety (and a necessary stop at the location of her iris-locked documents obtained through said spying and awfully useful in aborting an unlawful takeover attempt by the Corporate Guild of a planet near Felucia) when the contact's heart had given out. It had been a poison administered weeks before, too far integrated into her system for Force-healing to be useful, and with the unfortunate timing of dropping her dead two and a half kilometres from her storage. At least they had known about the iris-lock in advance. At least Dooku had brought the spork. At least the local vegetation had supplied a leaf sturdy enough to be folded quickly into a very small basket. At least the iris hadn't clouded over enough to be useless by the time they reached the spy’s stash. He makes a face, scrunching his nose up, while trying to match his vocabulary level to that of a toddler. Before he can open his mouth, a flurry of outside emotion stops him from making a complete fool of himself orally. Such sorrow from one so young. Such disappointment from one so small. Such disdain from someone not Jocasta. For a moment, he entertains wild ideas of there existing a Naboo branch of the Nu family.  Mas’tooka. He really needs to nip that in the bud. “Dooku,” he says slowly. “If you insist, Master or Count Dooku.” “Dooku,” the child says equally slowly. They look away, over their shoulder. Dooku can see nothing there to have drawn their attention. They turn their head only part of the way back, looking at him out of the very corner of their eye, and speak very deliberately. “Mas’er Tooka.”

[teyrnacousland]

OC Vibe Tag

No one asked for this but I have more Rooks look at them. Assume if you're seeing this and haven't done it yet that I am tagging you now! It's fun, as you may have guessed from me doing it for six different Rooks lol

Rules: Post Your OC and then 4 Random Pictures (or more) with no explanation to convey your characters vibe

Valrun Ingellvar

Quintus Mercar

Vita Laidir

[acursedhalo]

Meeting Cid. - "Funny, I'd always pictured you as more the chocobo type... Clive Rosfield."

[tulipe-rose]

My contribution to the Dazai week 2024→ Day 1

"A good night's sleep isn't so bad sometimes..."

TW: Dazai typical suicide mentions, and sleep deprivation

This will include hcs, a little theory, and a little bit of platonic KuniZai. I deviated a little from the main point for the majority of the fic, but I tried ig TvT

Prologue

Dazai, and sleep.

Their relationship has been strained for as long as he could remember, and while it might not be saying much due to his usually awful memory, it was one of the things he had absolute certainty over when it came to himself.

He had always been a light sleeper, his body refusing to sleep anywhere with a fraction of light, feeling too vulnerable, and exposed, which prompted him to take an abandoned shipping container stationed at the Yokohama docks as a sleeping quarters. His Boss, Mōri Ōgai, tried to offer him a befitting apartment on numerous occasions, but Dazai always turned him down bluntly. Dazai preferred loathed the solitary atmosphere of the container, and found himself leaning towards not owning many material possessions; his suicidal tendancies came hand in hand with a minimalistic nature, since he believed his life would end up falling short in the end. This mindset carried over with him to later years, his current apartment, and over all lifestyle as proof.

Dazai's sleep schedule was mostly controlled by his mood, and assigned missions back in the day, usually dropping himself face first into his pillow after a mission that dragged out for too long, and he was absolutely beat; his naps never exceeded four hours because of either discomfort, or notice of another mission.

During the two year gap between his defection, and employment at the agency, Dazai's paranoia demon haunted him for days on end which prevented him from resting well, further worsening his mentality, and physical health; he ended up collapsing on the spot one day, so he started forcing himself into a sleeping state for just about long enough to keep himself alive.

Finally out of hiding he is, which leads us to now, where Dazai is a new hire at the armed detective agency, a very annoying loveable one to a dear co-worker amongst others at that, bringing his terrible relationship with this body necessity along with him as it presists.

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It's been a few weeks since Dazai was hired at the armed detective agency, and since the azure apostle case was resolved. It is another tedious day on the job, or as tedious as it could get in their line of work, and as per usual Dazai is lounging about, doing anything but his job. He is humming tunes to his favorite song, he is reading his suicide hand book, and serving as an ever torturous pain to his co-worker, Kunikida Doppo, and his schedule.

Kunikida, and Dazai have fallen into a routinely set of arguments over the past few weeks that mostly entailed Kunikida punching sense into Dazai that didn't seem to ever reach into him, and the latter throwing back teasing remarks at the bespectacled man, laughing away at his partner's reaction.

Today the agency doesn't have any investigations sent it's way this far, so Dazai, and Kunikida were instead assigned to run a few errands that were pushed aside in favour of more urgent matters this week. The president entrusted them to get them done by the end of today, and Kunikida decided that he isn't going to disappoint, taking it upon himself to whip Dazai into not being a flaming disapointment for once by extension.

Dazai on the other hand was feeling exceptionally drowsy, not really caring much for the task, sleep was too hard these past few days; it was terrible to the point where he couldn't even force it– the blinds weren't enough to block out that detestable bright sign set up by their neighbors across the street. His eyes are droopier than usual, and his eye bags are slightly heavier, which went unnoticed by his colleague, for now. Dazai being himself managed to put up his usual playful, and teasing demeanor despite himself, already plotting ways to take down that wretched banner. Until then, he'll keep himself composed enough around his co-workers until office hours are over, won't be that hard.

After a verbal match between the two, Kunikida managed to get Dazai to finally leave the office.

“Kunikidaaa-kuuun!! I want to stop by the Cafeeee I heard they hired a beautiful waitress there! I need to ask her to a double suicide before someone beats me to it! I have a feeling she's the one~~”

“Have some decency, and stop harassing people!”

“But Kunikidaaa-kuun! It's not harassment!”

“Your definition of harassment is definitely distorted then!”

Dazai continued to give out a series of exaggerated complaints as they walked down the street, loudly crying about how unfair his partner is to him before pausing for a moment to let out a long yawn, much to Kunikida's already peaking irritation.

“Stop causing such noise pollution to your surroundings!! Your complaining is slowing us down, we're already a whole minute off schedule. We need to focus on our next destination–”

“The Cafe?”

“The post office." He gritted out “The president needed us to compose a letter to one of our clients, but she refuses to use technological means, so we'll have it sent the traditional way.”

They got through this errand fairly quickly, even with Dazai's background chatter being headache inducing. Kunikida's veins were a small shot away from popping.

Speaking of, Kunikida noticed something strange about his coworker, how overly chatty he was throughout the day, how back at the office, he'd been spacing out a little longer than usual before they left for their errand run. Kunikida wouldn't have paid it much mind if it weren't for those little moments when Dazai shut up, he was slightly swaying in his steps. Kunikida started observing him closely, noticing a slight change in his complexion, with it written all over his face I didn't sleep for over a week with his eyes being puffier than usual, and other obvious signs of lack of sleep.

Dazai shot him a teasing comment, something about his captivating face, which came out a little lower, and groggier than what he wished for; he exhausted too much energy into keeping himself awake, and it's backfiring on him now. He'd been pressing down the screams of fatigue that were killing him, begging him to just sit down somewhere, and maybe drop dead then, and there. With every step Dazai took, his brain threatened to shut down at any second. He pushed himself to keep it together since they were almost done, and didn't realize that he was falling moments later until it happened.

Kunikida reacted quickly, dropping the documents in his hands to catch Dazai's collapsing figure; his concerns were well placed after all. He pulled him onto his back adjusting the documents under his armpit, walking in a steady pace towards the agency, formulating an explanation in his head, along with plans to postpone the remaining work to tomorrow.

The sun has officially set on arriving at the agency dorms, with Kunikida passing by Dazai's apartment, and realizing he didn't have the key, in favour of not waking him up, the man of ideals headed towards his own home, planning to tend to his colleague, possibily letting him stay the night if he slept in, nothing but concern behind his actions.

Dazai woke up hours later, two hours before midnight, in a dark room, finding himself laying in an unfamiliar futon, an unfamiliar pillow below his head, and an unfamiliar blanket on top of him. He sat up feeling quite stiff, and dizzy, yet miles better from his condition prior to his collapse. His coat was neatly folded at his side, which prompted a small smile on his face. He went to the door, and found it unlocked as expected. He stepped out, and headed towards the living room to find his idealist colleague sitting at the sofa with a small book in his hands.

Kunikida acknowledged Dazai's presence, and looked up at him with a seriously concerned look on his face.

“If you hadn't been feeling well, you could've said something, you idiot. I got sensei to look at you, and she said you'll be fine after some good sleep.”

Dazai smiled sheepishly, and it felt near genuine.

“Would my dear colleague mind hosting me for the night then?”

“Is there something wrong with your apartment? You don't seem to have slept for a good while.”

Dazai was silent for a moment, contemplating his next words, ultimately deciding that the truth wouldn't hurt. He'd be honest this one time because the man in front of him, with his manner of speech right now reminded him far too much of an old friend, but he wouldn't admit it.

“The sign across the street was pretty irritating, I couldn't sleep well because the light kept getting in my eyes.”

“Then I'll see what we can do, you can stay until then I suppose. Don't do anything stupid.”

“Yessir! No promises though.” With a soldier-like salute, and a robotic march to the room.

Kunikida sighed as he watched the man retreat to the bedroom, then picking up his notebook to add discuss the sign situation with the store across the street to his schedule for tomorrow, praying that Dazai would be cooperative since it concerned him.

Dazai meanwhile rested his head onto the comfortable pillow, the darkness surrounding him, the strangely reassuring presence of his colleague, and the comforting quiet lulled him to sleep like a lullaby sung to a baby. The next morning rolled around like nothing, and for the first time in years, Dazai felt refreshed.

“A good night's sleep isn't so bad sometimes...”

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Sjjdjwdjwb it's finally doneeeee I would've written a mini epilogue/bonus part if it weren't for how freaking late I am. I've never written Kunikida, and I'm bad at writing Dazai, but this mackerel deserves his bday presents. I'm excited to write the romance prompt 🤭.

[coquelicoq]

There are 60 million people in Britain. There are 200 million in America. (Can that be right?) How many millions of English-speakers other nations might add to the total I cannot even guess. I would be willing to bet, though, that in all those hundreds of millions not more than 50, at the outside, have read A. Roemer, Aristarchs Athetesen in der Homerkritik (Leipzig, 1912), a work untranslated from its native German and destined to remain so till the end of time. I joined the tiny band in 1985. I was 23. The first sentence of this little-known work runs as follows: Es ist wirklich Brach- und Neufeld, welches der Verfasser mit der Bearbeitung dieses Themas betreten und durchpflügt hat, so sonderbar auch diese Behauptung im ersten Augenblick klingen mag. I had taught myself German out of Teach Yourself German, and I recognised several words in this sentence at once: It is truly something and something which the something with the something of this something has something and something, so something also this something might something at first something. I deciphered the rest of the sentence by looking up the words Brachfeld, Neufeld, Verfasser, Bearbeitung, Themas, betreten, durchpflügt, sonderbar, Behauptung, Augenblick, and klingen in Langenscheidt's German-English dictionary.

The Last Samurai by Helen DeWitt, i, 1, p 17

[necroticarts]

i think this is my first talk sprite finished? idk if its better to have them at full length or not so we're gonna live and learn

im obsessed with drawing citadel and i should work on the other characters now that this one is done but shes so pwetty....

[hallowed-nebulae]

Writing accountability! i managed to write today!

I wrote an entire 1355 words, which is more than I thought I'd be able to do. (One chapter of breaking glass, one chapter of hoping for rain, and a chapter of the frontier fic that i'll save to post till tomorrow)

[kandicon]

Ma'am I think I'm in love with you

[etherealashworks]

Wolfstar Top Gear AU

Chapter 2

Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody - formidable executive producer of British television's foremost motoring show, Full Throttle - has a problem. The broadcaster has his balls in a vice, and because of middling ratings for their second series, he must find a third presenter to join - and control - Potter and Black, the too-posh, too-chaotic presenters already in place. And he has to do it quick .

Remus "Moony" Lupin - shy researcher on said motoring show - has thousands of problems, including but in no way limited to: a catastrophic hangover; the dodgy leg from his failed karting career; and the extremely unwanted resurgence of his worst childhood crush.

Sirius "Padfoot" Black - charismatic presenter of said motoring show - has a motorbike, a sexy rockstar girlfriend, and absolutely no problems whatsoever. Until, one day, he does.

---- A Top Gear AU in which Remus is a disaster from the off, Sirius unravels at the seams, James grows a frontal lobe, and Lily has a secret. Throughout, there will be cars, catastrophes, and caravan conkers. And lots of swearing (sorry).

[maradovan]

Ch 45

My honest reaction

[unusual-ly]

Can Ted get out of my head for five minutes and let me figure out what the other characters are gonna do in the Spankoffskis in BF fic

[bastardofharrenhal]

Hiya

Have you read the Game of Thrones books? If so, do you recommend them?

short answer: yes ive read them and do absolutely recommend the books🤭

long answer: the books r amazing the world building and characterization is top tier and its my favorite fantasy world there is (my hot take is that i like it better than lotr) HOWEVER if u plan to read them id recommend looking up if they have any content that might trigger u bc while i feel like grrm handles the topics like rape and pedophilia well, its still rather graphic (the characters are also unreliable narrators so yk). if u like to dive deep into the politics and history of fantasy worlds then there is also 'fire and blood' and 'the world of ice and fire' which explore the backstory even further🤲 however aside from the main saga my favorite stories are of 'the hedge knight' which is significantly lighter but good to read in the ever lasting wait for the last two novels. if u liked the show ull probly like the books too🤭 i liked the books more buts its a preference thing. the prologue of a Game of Thrones is some of the best pieces of writing there is. so are the jaime pov chapters in a Storm of Swords and sansa chapters in book 2 and 3

[teehee-vibes]

I think seeing Drey Ferin in a Riptide thumbnail when the hiatus ends could cure my ailments

[asksiffrin]

…memory of blood, huh.

yeah I might have to rescind my advice about not eating glowing things. We’ll do our best, but…

Have you considered changing the way you act? It might be a good idea to try acting as much like as you did on your first loop as you can. You’ll have to figure that out by trial and error though. Check how your allies react to things.

"...What does that have to do with glowing things?"

(You're going to try eating the fire anyway. You're too curious. Just as soon as you have a good opportunity...)

(...You'll save the acting like on your first loop idea for later.)

[citrusitonit]

ive been writing a fanfic and ive never felt so much like an author i havent had a proper sleep in 2 weeks and ive got 12 tabs open