#sorry for no serious answer the genuine truth is that I have no idea

[kikizoshi]

Hello! I've recently re-read your discussion about BSD writing. I love how you put it into the perspective of characters' needs behind their philosophies. And how Kafka rarely deliberates on them. At this point 70% of my enjoyment from bsd comes from fan- analyses/headcanons/artworks, etc. your blog is one of my main "suppliers". What in your opinion would be Gogol's need behind his freedom? Is it compulsion to be in control, to be safe/numb, not to be affected by anything? Is it fear?

Aha. Haha. Yeah. Uh... Idk.

I've been asking myself this for years. Like half a decade at this point. And all I have to show for it is literally nothing (unless you count the character I made him into for my own stories, but that's not canon Nikolai so not really relevant here). I genuinely can't figure out if I'm blind, if his need isn't communicated or is intentionally hidden, or if there just isn't one. I would assume that it's brought on by something traumatic, has to do with his whole eye scar mask thing, vaguely related to Gogol's stories, but honestly who knows? Fyodor's immortal. Anything's possible. Maybe Nikolai's secretly been his own nose this whole time, who, once popped free of his master, found himself thrust into sudden consciousness, and, after an affable afternoon of gay gallivanting, soon realised his worth as naught more than a satirical device, and is now fighting desperately against the Writer themselves for his own agency and self-actualisation.

Ah, I will say though, it's probably something like "Nikolai caught an obsession." Nikolai himself says that he could've been happy, but he wanted freedom more. So whatever his need it, it isn't "to escape from unhappiness/pain." You'd still have to question what Nikolai's definition of happiness is, but it's worth keeping in mind.

[stunie]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ “MY BOYFRIEND IS GONNA KICK YOUR ASS !”

PT 2: WINDBREAKER BOYS PROTECTING YOU FROM PERVS. ft. yamato endo, chika takiishi, akihiko nirei, taiga tsugeura, & choji tomiyama x f!reader

PART 1: kaji, togame, umemiya, sakura, suo, hiragi, kiryu, & sugishita x f!reader

sfw. wc: 1.7K. ohh i had sm fun w endo’s hehe <3 individual warnings are below, but f!reader: referred to as she / her.

YAMATO ENDO. ‘my girl,’ ‘angel’ & ‘pretty thing’

“Hey,” Endo’s voice cuts through the thick air like a blade, heavy arm coming to rudely rest on one of their shoulders. “What do you think you’re doing scaring her into a corner like that? Tryna get at my girl?”

On a normal day, you’d roll your eyes at the teasing tone he always uses around you— but today, it brings you nothing but relief, fresh tears threatening to spill as you choke out his name.

His presence alone is enough to silence the group of guys who had just been talking over you moments prior, the three men in front stiffening at the sight of him alone. They can hardly believe this.

You really weren’t bluffing when you said Endo would kick their asses— he’s frightening.

They exchange knowing looks when they hear you sniffle, hands coming to wipe at the tears that had begun streaming down your cheeks. They were so fucked.

“N-no! Of course not.” One of them breaks the silence.

“We had no idea she was your girl— ” another one stammers, hands coming up defensively.

“Didn’t know? You serious?”

Endo’s voice comes out sharp, eyes narrowing as he puts more weight onto his arm, grinning at the way the man’s knees start to tremble at the pressure. “My angel here doesn’t usually look at me like that, y’know,” he whispers, jutting a thumb in your direction. “So what’d you do to put that terrified look on her face?”

“Sorry— we’re really sorry.” One of them starts to apologize profusely, but your boyfriend was clearly not in his usual good mood today, and he grabs his face roughly, ignoring the way his cries of pain come out muffled against his palm.

“Asked you a question, didn’t I?”

The veins along his forearm bulge when his grip tightens, and you hear a painful crack, the man’s hands coming to desperately scratch and claw at Endo’s arms. “She likes it when i’m nice, so I’ll give you a second chance to quit spewing some fucking nonsense and answer me, yeah?”

The two men behind him exchange glances before stumbling over their words, desperately coming up with any excuse that came to their minds. One of them accidentally slips out the truth. A “we told her we’d make a mess of that pretty face if she kept turning us down” and the group falls completely silent.

“I-it’s okay!” You stammer, hands come to tug at his the back of your boyfriend’s jacket.

Unfortunately for them, your words fall on deaf ears. He lets go of the one he’s holding by the face, not sparing him a second glance as he drops to the floor with a loud thud.

“Okay, i think i get it now,” Endo says through a genuine laugh, and it sends a shiver down your spine. He’s not facing you, but you think you can picture the expression on his face pretty well. “E-Endo-”

“Fifteen.” He speaks slowly. “I’ll meet you in front of that corner store in fifteen, pretty thing.”

CHIKA TAKIISHI.

Oh— so that’s why you’re late today.

Takiishi watches from a distance as you jut your thumb towards your phone screen, your usual chirpy voice laced with anger now as you repeat yourself with a frustrated huff. “I said have a boyfriend.. see? His contact is right here. Can you leave me alone now?”

“And I said I didn’t give a fuck about your little boyfriend.” The man laughs loudly when your lips wrinkle in disgust. “I prefer the ones with an attitude.”

“What do you think he’s gonna do if he finds out, huh?” He reaches out to get a feel of your hair. “Think he can touch me?”

“Takiishi’s gonna knock your lights out cold,” you spit, slapping his hand away when it comes too close to your face. That seemed to be enough to set him off, his eyebrow twitching in anger as he takes a step towards you, looming over your figure with quick breaths.

“Don’t piss me off— I was nice when I said you’d have a good time if you came with me.”

“I’d rather eat shit-” you seethe, angry expression contorting when he grabs firmly around your wrist— “That hurts!” It makes you wince, your phone hitting the concrete with a thud.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The coldness of his voice sends a shiver down your spine.

“Ah- Takiishi—”

The man jerks his head around at the name, hand still gripping your wrist as he sizes him up. His first thought is that he’s alright. He notices the muscle definition right away, but he doesn’t look particularly heavy. There is, however, a sudden coldness in the air that he can’t quite grasp, and you look awfully relieved now that he’s here.

“So you’re the boyfriend she’s been talking about?” He says with a laugh. “You gonna let her come with me?”

“Move. Don’t waste our time.”

“Huh? Who the fuck do you think you’re talking t—”

“I said move.”

Your mind can hardly comprehend the speed, mind just barely able to register the second Takiishi’s foot connects with the man's chest, sending him crashing to the ground beside you in an instant.

He’s beside you the next second, fingers coming to fix the stray pieces of hair beside your eyes. “Did he hurt you?”

“N-no! I’m okay.”

He’s monotone, as usual, but the hint of concern makes your heart flutter anyways. He lets you latch yourself onto his bicep, lets you tighten your grip around his arm as you fume about the audacity that guy had, and most importantly, he makes sure you call him every time you’re about to leave your home alone.

TAIGA TSUGEURA. someone touches around your lower back

“My bench has blown up since i switched to bulldog grip,” Tsugeura rambles, “and my squat too. The ‘tripod foot’ cue really helps with even foot pressure.”

You nod along, always interested when he tells you about things he loves, but your attention shifts when you feel a hand press against your lower back. It’s not Taiga’s touch. It’s too unfamiliar. Too invasive. Your eyes fill with panic when you feel the hand start to roam downwards, and you can barely stammer out Tsugeura’s name, voice trembling too much for him to hear.

“I should also get new knee sleeves eventually.” He continues, and you curse his obliviousness. “The cue helps, but I would get way more bounce if I had a pair of Inzers instead of the flimsy ones I’m using now.”

“I always get stuck at the bottom of my squat, so they would help. But i know pause squats help with that, so I could also implement those—”

Your grip tightens on Tsugeura’s shirt, knuckles turning white as you try your hardest to convey your situation. He pauses mid-sentence, finally picking up on the expression you’re giving him.

“Whoa— you okay?” His voice is filled with concern when he peers down at you.

His gaze trails down, and that’s when he notices it.

You gasp at the speed of it all. In an instant, the man is slammed into the wall behind you, loud thud echoing throughout the entire train. “No way.” His voice is loud, and you hear the bystanders gasping and whispering, their attention shifting to the scene.

“That’s messed up, man.” Tsugeura’s voice comes out low, a serious glare on his face that you’ve never seen on him. The vice grip he has around the man’s wrist tightens, enough to have him yelping in pain and stammer out an apology.

“Turn yourself in at the next stop, yeah?”

CHOJI TOMIYAMA.

“Tell me— who was that?” Choji asks, latching himself around your middle to wrap you in a tight embrace, and you glance at the unconscious man sprawled on the ground beside you.

“You knocked him out cold without knowing anything?” You ask incredulously, arms coming to return his embrace regardless, and your lips curl into a small smile when he melts into your touch.

“Mhm. He was bothering you, right?” His voice comes out cheerful, but there’s a small trace of worry in his eyes when he meets your gaze.

He hates to admit it, but his body had completely moved on his own. It’s a bad habit he’s developed since meeting you, because he finds himself worrying about you— desperately wanting to put his strength to use and protect you from everything he saw as ‘bad.’ It was only after he had jump kicked the man grabbing at your arm that he had considered the slim possibility that maybe he wasn’t bothering you in the first place.

“He was.”

He lets out an exhale he didn’t know he was holding. “Then….it was okay that I kicked him in the face, right?”

He relaxes a bit more when you nod, his usual smile returning to his lips. “Thank you for saving me, Choji.”your voice comes out soft and soothing, and he feels his heart skip a beat at the praise.

AKIHIKO NIREI.

“Ah— where are we going?!” You yelp as you stumble forward, barely able to keep up as Nirei pulls you by the wrist.

The two of you were at the mall, shopping for new summer clothes when he had suddenly called you to him by name— dragging you and your bags along with him in an instant. Before you could even realize what had happened, you’re in an elevator, watching in disbelief as he fumbles to frantically click the ‘close’ button, the doors finally sliding shut after the tenth click.

“You’re safe.” He sighs. “That’s a relief.”

“You scared the shit outta me.” you fold your arms across your chest and give him a glare. “What was that for?”

“Sorry,” Nirei chuckles lightly. “There was a guy who kept looking at you. He’s bad news.”

“How can you tell?”

You feel more at ease when his fingers come to interlace with yours again, and you feel him squeeze. “I guess um…” his other hand scratches the back of his head. “I have this sort of danger sense whenever it comes to you.”

“Something like that.”

[thatsdemko]

like he would- l.stroll

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: Lance stroll x fem!reader

warnings: not intended for minors + long(I’m sorry for that) + teasing + begging + fingering( f receiving) + lighthearted jokes

a/n: I know the image is of toronto but this fic is based in Montreal. shoutout @oconso for letting me borrow your lance knowledge for parts of this fic! enjoy everyone☺️🫶

《 the following content has ideas that are not intended for minors. 》

it was supposed to be lights out and away we go, but instead you’re stuck in the pitch black with nothing but candles and cellphone flashlights during a power outage playing all sorts of games with the drivers.

lando sits to your left, Carlos on your right, Charles and Pierre sit across from you with Lance. the man who had somehow managed to snag a few drivers attention when he started asking you and Fernando bizarre questions out of pure boredom.

that’s how this game of never have I ever, truth or dare, fuck,marry, kill, and many others you couldn’t remember now began. it all began with Lance asking if Fernando would rather be a sugar daddy or a sugary baby. the answer surprised you both.

power outages like this don’t often happen in the middle of free practice. it was an odd event that the so called pinnacle of sports had something like this happen that lasted for over two hours thus far. boredom was hitting everyone, and that was how you all seemed to be gathered around in a corner of the Aston Martin garage.

“okay, so I think it’s Pierre’s turn to ask a question.” Carlos keeps track, finger pointing at the Frenchman who taps his chin scooping out his next victim.

“y/n! you’ve been awfully silent, Cherie.” his grin turns into a smirk as he adjusts his seated position on the ground more towards you. you can only see the glow of his beautiful blue eyes in the candles and lit up cell phone flashes, but he’s got a deviled look that makes your stomach twist in knots.

“who would you fuck, marry, and kill: me, Charles, or Lance.” he pulls his knees tight into his chest, chin resting against the top his kneecap, “pick wisely!”

you laugh nervously, not because of the question— god no it was so easy. you knew exactly who you’d pick in a heartbeat to marry, fuck, or kill. it was admitting it to all three drivers that became the hard part.

“well for starters, Charles I’m so sorry.” you turn to the Ferrari driver, who nods in understanding, “it’s not you, it’s me.” you say, it’s somewhat sarcastic and there’s some truth to it. you could never see yourself marrying Charles, he was far beyond your league and your personalities were a bit different. he was someone you’d maybe kiss, but never go any further.

“Pierre,” you mock his previous state, finger resting against your chin, “I’ll marry you.” you point to him shaking your finger up and down, “I think you’d treat me right.”

“and I wouldn’t?” Lance interrupts, hand resting to where his heart sits, he plays hurt that gets a laugh out of everyone in the circle, “I thought we had something?”

if you had it your way, you’d fuck and marry Lance, but you couldn’t admit that to them. you couldn’t admit that the man who sits directly across from you on the floor, criss-cross applesauce, was the guy you’d let fuck you until a headboard fell off, and then marry you the next day.

you and Lance had nothing serious. the occasional flirt, a text message here and there, but it never left the first stage. it never got any more serious than that, and despite the many hints at wanting the next level, like a date or something, he never got the very obvious message.

“we do—“

“but only fuckable?” he cuts you off, and you can tell he genuinely is upset. it was his idea of the silly little game. it was his idea to start asking fuck, marry, kill. but it was he who couldn’t stand the results.

“you’re not just fuckable, Lance.” you admit, lucky that the light isn’t back on for everyone to see your rosy red cheeks. the air around you was beginning to feel warm despite the cool temperatures of Canada, you were throwing off your teal green Aston Martin jacket to cool off from the heat of embarrassment.

“it’s a game, man, she wouldn’t actually kill me.” Charles reminds him with a smile and a pat on the back that seems to calm him, “I’m sure if Pierre said your name twice she’d pick you for marriage and sex.”

you’re not sure why he’s riled up, but luckily enough the emotions slip him and he’s back to his giggly self answering the questions and dodging the dares.

“you should really apologize to Lance.” Carlos collides his shoulder with yours. his head nods in the direction of the Canadian across from you who lucky enough is engulfed in a chat with Fernando.

he can feel your eyes on you. it makes his skin crawl, his heart jump out of its cavity. he wonders what you’re talking about. he wonders if it has anything to do with him or if you just have a staring problem. he admits that being overly dramatic about the choice was wrong, but it still stung. the very idea of you even marrying someone that wasn’t him burned a hole in his heart.

he wasn’t going to just be fuckable.

—

“hey,” you enter his motorhome, to-go bowls of salad and soup rest in your arms as you carefully move up the steps, “brought some food for us.” you smile setting it all on the table and he joins you.

“you know, if you were my girlfriend, I’d kiss you for this gesture.” he unwraps the steaming hot container of chicken noodle soup, you find it cute that he warms his hands up over the steam.

“yeah?” you ask back, beginning to dig into the hot soup, “if I was your wife I’d slap you for that comment.”

he shakes his head blowing at the hot contents on his plastic spoon. you watch him carefully slurp the broth that burns his tongue and he spits it right back out, “too hot.” he quickly sips his water bottle before his eyes fall on you.

“do you need a kiss to feel better?” you fake a pout pretending to care that he burnt his tongue. he plays along nodding, “take care of me, y/n.” he frowns.

you move from your seat at the table, about to press your lips to his cheek when he turns his head, hands cupping your face, his lips land on yours. it shocks you for a moment, how smooth the move was. he’s pulling you down into his lap, each of the nerves in his fingers itch to remove your sweatshirt.

“Lance,” you break away from the kiss, resting your hand atop of your chest to compose yourself. the past thirty seconds had been much of a whirlwind. looking down at him, he’s out of breath too, chest visibly rising and falling, “we can’t do this on the bench.” you say removing your legs from around his body allowing him to sit up.

your words hardly have a second to register in the air, he’s already standing up once again cupping your face with his hand, lips hovering dangerously over yours, “so the bedroom then?” he asks, thumb pad swiping your cheek while his other hand pushes hair off your shoulder.

the bedroom in the motorhome was cramped and small. it was a full size bed with barely any wiggle room for movement in the room, it’s not the ideal place, but where else could you go? he had to be on the track in an hour, there was enough time to kill in that tiny hot space.

you just follow him in the room and watch him quickly discard his teal green shirt that clung to him. you watched his hands pull the back of the neck over his head to reveal the tattoo on his rib cage. your eyes scan his body up and down, tongue licking your bottom lip like you were ready to devour him.

“don’t be shy, we’re friends here.” he climbs onto the bed, lips connecting with yours, he carefully dips you down onto the mattress, his hands ride up the back of your shirt, and swiftly unhooks your bra, “I want to see you too.” he nibbles on the bottom of your lip, before pulling away allowing you to remove your shirt and bra.

his imagination was short of everything that’s underneath your clothes. he’d pictured every curve of your body, but when you finally revealed it to him it was somehow much different. your breasts were his fascination, seeing how beautiful they were, he couldn’t help but rest a hand on one of them.

“you’re beautiful.” he whispers, half naked body colliding with yours. his skin was warm, but his hands were cold, carefully you felt them ghosting your skin all the way down towards your naval.

you were tired of the kissing, the sucking on each others skin, you needed him in you. you needed to feel him. all of him.

“fuck me, Lance.” you pull away, hand pressing over his vocal cord you say it one more time, “fuck me.” you release your hand from his throat and watch him remove his joggers and boxers before rejoining you in bed.

his pointer finger trails down your stomach, stopping just below your jeans, “you sure?” he asks, his finger moves to rest atop the cool metal button holding everything together.

all you can do is nod, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. his finger swiftly undoes the button and zipper, the jeans come off your body in one quick motion leaving you in just your wet panties.

he licks his lips before carefully pulling the material down your legs, your pussy throbs when his fingers touched you down there, you were impatient with how slow he was moving.

he carefully tosses your panties to the side, hand carefully spreads your legs apart for himself, he props himself up with his hands on both sides of you, his chain hovers over your lips, “what did you want from me again?” he asks, smirk tugging at his lips, you quickly smash yours against his to wipe it off.

“fuck me, stroll.” you repeat, and his body goes down on you, tip barely nudging your entrance you’re met with a gasp when you feel him in your center. the strokes are even, and slow, his hips grind against yours at a steady pace.

his chain is mesmerizing as it moves up and down across your face, you reach up with your teeth, pulling on it to bite from screaming. you can feel yourself clench around him, little moans and grunts escape both your lips, you feel him go further in your core, it’s painful but you’re greeted with an inkling of pleasure that makes your legs shake as they wrap around his torso.

“I haven’t even gotten to the good parts, baby.” he grunts looking down at you, your eyes are welling with tears, lips sucking the cool silver chain around his neck, he couldn’t think of a more beautiful sight to see.

you let go of the chain, throwing your head back against the pillow beneath you, he’s got one hand against your hip, the other holding him up above you when he bulldozes into your clit. the bundle of nerves send a shockwave through your body, his name rolls off your tongue that echoes back against the tiny four walls of the bedroom. he does it once again, this time his tip barely touches but it’s enough to make you whine.

“Lance,” you breathe out, watching his eyes focus on you, “touch me.” you beg, pulling on his chain and he dips his head down for your lips to touch his, “I’ve been so good.”

“have you?” he asks, quickly pulling out earning a breathy whine from you as your fingers dig into the skin of his shoulder blades, “do you want me to get Pierre? your husband? maybe he can treat you right?”

you shake your head, “no, no you treat me right.” you say, shaky hands cupping his cheeks, “you’re all I need.” you whisper, “but why don’t you touch me like my husband would? or should I call Pierre for that?” your smirk is a dare that he can’t turn down. he pulls away from your body for a moment, index and middle finger delicately wipe across your wet folds.

“Lance,” his name rolls off your tongue long and whiny, you’re squirming under his touch, “again.” you beg, legs spreading further apart, so he see the moisture between your inner thighs.

you’re more than just wet for him, you’re glistening in thick cum already. he can’t help the way it makes him feel, he takes his index finger and swipes some of it up for a taste, “you taste good.” he whispers before using the same index finger inserting it inside of you just like you asked.

your body tenses at the feeling of him. your hips buckle as you push them upward for him, “would he fuck you like this?” Lance asks, his fingers bump your clit for a brief second, “answer me, darling, could he fuck you like this?”

you shake your head, “no, he wouldn’t.” you reply feeling him touch you once more, legs convoluting your body releases the cum you can’t hold back anymore.

he’s smiling looking down at you before pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead, “good girl. now come on, mrs.stroll we’ve got to get clean up before we head to the track.”

[m1d-45]

More unrelated Bird Xiao blurbs because this idea has me in a chokehold.

Xiao always felt guilty about the scar he left on your hand when he but you. He nuzzles that scar with his little feathered head every chance he gets.

Zhongli noticing Xiao is in a much better mood these days. When the former archon asks the yaksha about it, he swears he saw Xiao give a small smile before he left to pray to the creator.

Xiao gets hurt in his bird form. He can't fight back in this little body and ends up with a broken wing. When the true creator finds him, he can only chirp sadly and apologetically. 'I'm so sorry,' he thinks, 'I just wanted to find you.' But instead of leaving him there like he expected, you oh-so-carefully pick him up and use what little powers you have to heal him. His heart aches for you when he hears you murmuring comforting words to him while you hold him close. He never wants you to let go of him.

-sibling anon, who is currently fixated on all the fluff+angst material of this idea

honestly i could probably post this stuff as like. a Genuine Post. but i wanna answer this now and also have a really sad post right after valentine’s day (which is already q’d) so… here’s 800 words of bird xiao :)

xiao’s fond of sitting in your palm, head resting on the small scar on your finger. he feels so bad for it, always, the glimpse of blue engrained in his memory, but he hopes by covering it you won’t hate him for it.

you don’t hold it against him (honestly, you probably forgot) and treat him as you always do: with kindness. you pet over his wings and give him your almonds, and in return he sings you a gentle song.

he’s seen at the inn less and less often, it’s so quiet on the balcony that verr ends up calling zhongli over. the consultant knew the yaksha, somehow, and she hoped he could find out what was wrong. zhongli wasn’t expecting anything serious, but when the balcony was empty even after he called for him…

(across liyue, xiao stiffened in your hands. you frowned, but he only flapped up, up, and away, leaving you as suddenly as he arrived)

xiao appears a moment before zhongli was going to call again, seeming… almost relaxed.

they talk, and though xiao swears he’s keeping up with his duties… zhongli knows he isn’t lying, but he can see how his debt has lessened. his shoulders are straighter, he isn’t as hunched over, and his hands aren’t balled at his side.

zhongli eventually shrugs it off. hes not surprised xiao hasn’t been hanging around as often when the traveller recently went to sumeru; love does strange things to people.

xiao’s only seen you in his mortal form once, and it was entirely by accident.

he’d been traveling from one hilichurl camp to the next, and your paths had crossed. he’d frozen, unused to seeing you when he want the size of your palm, but even from a distance he could see the terror in your eyes.

he hated it.

he couldn’t move for you if he wanted to—he did, he wanted to stop and hold you like you’d held him, wanted to brush his hands over your skin and assure you you had nothing to fear—as you turned and fled, leaving him alone on the trail. he couldn’t blame you, in truth, not when his spear was drawn and his face was taught with irritation. it made sense you’d be afraid of him, just… he wasn’t prepared for it to hurt this badly.

he’s been careful to only approach you in his smaller form ever since, no matter how far he had to fly. it wasn’t worth scaring you.. not after he’d already hurt you once.

he was distracted as he flew, not seeing the hawk that was diving for him until it was too late. the claws of the larger bird slammed him into the earth with a sharp crack, and he let out a cry. he couldn’t shift, not now, not when it was the time when you were usually walking about-

“hey!”

the bird didn’t pay attention to your call, only pressing xiao down further, but he did. he tried to wriggle from the hawk’s grip, to avoid the sharp beak that could spell his death in this smaller form. all he needed to do was get out, to slip free- but what if you saw him? would you still be afraid of him?

a large stick hit at the hawk, knocking its beak from xiao. you’d picked one up, one of the many splintering sticks scattered in liyue. you.. were protecting him.

the hawk cried and let him go, flapping backward, but you continued to jab at the dirt in front of it until it caved in and flew away.

xiao tried to flip to his feet, but one of his wings was hurt badly, pain shooting up his shoulder when he tried to move it. another weak chirp slipped out of him without his meaning to, and you turned, worry on your face.

you knelt—you shouldn’t be doing that, not to him, not when he was so dark and you were such a bright light—and carefully picked him up, cradling his small form in your palm. the warmth from your hands quickly covered his body, seeping into the definitely broken bone and easing some of the pain.

you carried him back to your messy camp, carefully hand-feeding him bits of almonds. if he weren’t covered in feathers, he’d surely have flushed a bright red, but he couldn’t deny that the food did help slightly.

for the rest of the day, he sat in your palm in a quiet half-sleep, weakly chirping whenever you checked on him. other birds came and went, but you kept him sheltered in your hand, wiping away any dust on his feathers.

by the time morning came, his wing was barely even sore.

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

this is without a doubt the weirdest thing I have ever done

SALUTATIONS, HELLAVERSE FANDOM! 

You probably don't know me, but my name is Godfrey. (Pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure!) 

To be quite honest, I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing here. As I type this, I'm unspeakably nervous.

"Why are you nervous, Godfrey?" I hear you ask.

Well...

I have a dream

I'm here to tell

About a fanfic I wrote for Hazbin Hotel 

(sorry)

Okay okay serious director voice from now. 

Look, this is gonna sound absolutely unhinged, but hear me out. (insane rambles under the cut, this bitch is LONG)

In April, a friend and I had a conversation about a song I wrote and how it was. Well, kinda coded to Vox and Valentino.

Then one thing led to another, and two-and-a-bit months and twelve thousand words later, I had written an absolutely sprawling shitshow of a fic (details later in the post)

Even as I was writing it, I knew the written word didn't do it justice.

Hence, this post. 

(golly, this sounds really demanding, I am so sorry)

Fuck it, my mom always says "if you don't ask you don't get", and for once I want her to be right.

This is, I suppose, a sort of... call to action, for lack of a better term.

Artists, animators and voice actors, I'd like your help to turn this fic into an animatic, or if we can manage it, an actual animation.

ONLY if we can manage it, not if it's gonna stress anyone out.

IMPORTANT NOTE

Just to get this out of the way, not that I should even need to say this but it's unfortunately 2024. If anyone even SUGGESTS using A.I. your ass is getting blocked. I don't fuck with that artificial bullshit.

On to my next point: I am unequivocally in support of artists and actors being paid for their work. 

However, I am a Broke Bitch. Unless we could somehow do crowdfunding or something, I physically would not be able to pay people. This makes me feel like a very shitty person, but unfortunately it's the truth, and I want to be upfront and honest about that.

This is why I hope to get as many people on board as possible for this project, so nobody has to do a shit-ton of work.

I understand that most of you are busy, with work, school/college, or life generally life-ing. Join the club, my life is hectic too.

This is why I really have no set deadline for this. Whether it takes a few months or a few years, as long as it's done well with a minimal amount of stress.

Well, now that that's out of the way, time to go into details a bit.

Characters in order of appearance (this is mainly for VAs)

Vox

Valentino

Velvette 

Angel Dust

Charlie

Husk

Alastor

Vaggie

Lucifer

Niffty

Sir Pentious

Asmodeus (yeah this is slightly a Helluva Boss crossover)

Frank (the egg boi)

Fizzarolli

Katie Killjoy

Tom Trench

And lastly, depending on what everyone else thinks, I have an idea for how Verosika and Zestial can be involved. 

Will there be musical numbers?

The short answer is YEAH, cause Hazbin is a musical. I cannot stress enough how much the music is My Problem. Literally, apart from people singing, I will take care of that.

My Idea Of The Process 

(please bear in mind I have little to no idea of how the animation process works so this is almost definitely wrong, please feel free to correct me about it)

Step 1. Storyboard

Step 2. Voice lines and songs get recorded

Step 3. Animatic (this could very well end up being as far as it gets and that is absolutely cool beans)

Possible Step 4. Animation

Finally, I'd be more than happy to be the one to edit all the clips together. Editing is its own kind of hell, and I'm totally willing to take one for the team.

The Vision

This is. (fffffff) this is the part that's gonna make me sound like a Draconian jerk but I promise I don't mean to come across this way.

I'm hoping to have something that's as close to the style of the show as possible. (this video kinda has the right vibes) This is so the final project will look cohesive and somewhat professional. (god that probably sounded so bad but I genuinely have no idea how else to say it)

TO BE ABSOLUTELY CLEAR. I have nothing against artists with other distinctive art styles, in fact I've come across several that I absolutely love.

Regarding The Writing

I've never directed anything before, so forgive me if this is crossing a line, but like. 

I have my vision for how I want this to go and I'm kind of. not overly flexible on that. Obviously ideas that people have to get this to work good are more than welcome, but they might not end up happening.

Not to be a dick, but I am sorta the director so I do kinda get to make the call on that stuff. (ew god that felt odd)

If this gets off the ground, I'd have to turn this 12,000 word fic into a script to make it easier for people to read it and not get bogged down by my weird old-fashioned poetic style. This would be sent out to people who express interest at some point.

Just a heads-up: If you're expecting an AO3 link I am so sorry but it's Google Docs, mainly because this thing is wildly self-indulgent and I, for one, do not fancy attracting potential haters. Most people are nice, some are very vocally not. Besides, what would be the fun if everyone knew the story in advance?

BASICALLY

If you're interested shoot me an ask and I'll answer privately (OFF anon pls, I wanna know who I'm workin' with here!) or DM me and I'll get back to you.

If you see this and know someone who'd be interested, feel free to tag them or send this post to them.

I am gonna tag @achilleanauthor (my right hand man over here) @emeraldcity1900 and @onesidedradiostatic as they're kind of the only blogs I know who are I guess. Active in the Hellaverse fandom.

If this gains enough traction and I get people on board, I'll be setting up a Discord server (another first for me). 

Watch this space, and as Alastor would say, "Stay tuned..."

[snootlestheangel]

If someone hasn't asked yet Pricegravesnik for that ship thing :D

Ooohhh a challenge! Let's see where this goes lol

They're all married for this btw

If anyone wants to submit another ship, please do so! If you actually have other ideas for the questions "Like who takes the hottest showers?" then I'd love to hear them!

Who was the one to propose? Actually I want to say Price when he proposed to Nik. I want to say neither were willing to commit to marrying each other for a couple years until something happened and Price realized it's never a guarantee to keep the good things in life, so might as well keep them close while you can. Nik's the one that started the flirting with Graves and wanted to propose to him, but Graves beat him to it. (my tired brain made me read that as Graves proposed to himself, which honestly? He would. He'd do it just to mess with them and go "Sorry, I'm already engaged")

Who stressed more over wedding planning? I genuinely see Nik as the one that was flipping out the whole time. Graves was surprisingly the least stressed (he was recruiting his Shadows for help shhhhh) and Price was experiencing about the normal level of stress you'd expect for a wedding.

Who decorated the house? Graves. In truth, it was a mostly group effort; Price's favorite recliner is there, Nik's very nice, suspiciously acquired liquor cabinet, a few things they've both received from Laswell, Farah, Alex, and the 141 boys. But Graves is the true decorator. Granted, most of this stuff is gifts from the Shadows when they heard he was getting married.

Who does the cooking? I, again, want to say Graves's Southern ass does, but like... I feel like Price knows his way around a kitchen, ya know? Nik is banished from kitchens.

Who is more organized? None of them are necessarily organized per say. Graves is the best at keeping the appearance of being organized but in reality it's Price. Graves's planners are always neat, his desk is always neat, but that doesn't mean shit. Price's office always looks like Nik landed a copter too close but he knows exactly where everything is and he's the most on top of schedules/appointments/important dates.

Who suggested kids first? Nik. Like as a serious suggestion. He's seen the way both his husbands are, and he just knows they'd be wonderful dads. Desperately wants to be a girl dad.

Who's the cuddler? Nik is the cuddliest, but Graves is a close second. Price just wants some fucking peace and quiet.

Who is big spoon/little spoon? Graves always ends up the little spoon of at least one of them. As much as he tries his best to be a big spoon and big spoon only, he always ends up in the middle of them with one wrapped around behind him. Nik is always a big spoon though, and somehow Price ends up being the little spoon. (Graves is not complaining, he's got two bears for husbands so you know ending up in the middle of that is hella nice. And he should be thankful) *I am extremely jealous of Graves now but I have no one to blame but myself and maybe @midnight193 for submitting this ship*

What's their favorite non-sexual activity? Probably something quiet, but at the same time they're all so chaotic it'd never stay quiet long, so I almost want to say something like *mind blanks* Um.... Honestly? Bowling. Don't ask me why, it just popped in there and now I can't get that mental image out of my head. That or axe-throwing cause they're each such show-offs. Graves gets a +2 strength bonus when the Shadows are around

Who comes home drunk at 3am? Nik. Is there really any other answer? It's not often, it's still a rarity, but still. That! Or it's Graves after a party with his Shadows. He's always absolutely blasted after social engagements involving alcohol with his Shadows

Who kills the spiders? Price. None of them are afraid, but Graves did have one really bad allergic reaction once and ever since then Price is the one to kill the spiders. Nik tried using fire once. It did not work. He is no longer allowed to kill spiders, even though he promises to never do it again

Who falls asleep first? Hot take? Graves. He's going 100 all day and just crashes once it's bedtime. Sometimes, if Nik and Price are coming home late, they walk in to see Graves just sprawled out on the bed, having not even bothered taking his jeans off and he is out cold. (of course they always gently get him into bed proper and that's how he ends up in the middle)

A head-canon? Nik is a human furnace, which is partly why he has to be one of the ends when they cuddle/sleep. There have been times where he's ended up in the middle and Price is just on the floor cause HOT. Graves, a true Texan (he's Texan right? *I am having an existential crisis over this for some reason??*) is used to the heat, and is secretly sometimes reminded of home with it, so he's okay with being swarmed by human heater Nik. Price, a fucking Brit, can't stand it when he's too warm for comfort. He'd rather kill his back sleeping on the floor or their really shitty couch than be trapped with that. A second one because why not? Price always ends up being the "victim" of sexual jokes/blatant nasty flirting from Graves and Nik. He can be chilling, minding his business, and suddenly one of them says something really dirty to the other and Price, the poor thing, it's not his fault he gets so easily flustered!

Do they have any rituals? Graves has so many rituals when it's Shadow Olympics week. There's too many to count but they're all vital for his team winning, and even some of them to ensure none of his Shadows are harmed/all have fun. Nik constantly teases him for being a dad, which ends up in Graves calling himself Daddy and making Price snort his tea. Price has incredible oral hygiene, and the other two have pretty normal routines for that sort of thing. Nik's only "ritual" is the series of stretches he does before flying. It took a while for Graves to be able to witness it, so Price once recorded it and sent it to him.

Who has the most patience? Nik, a thousand times over. Price has to deal with Soap, Ghost, and Gaz on a constant basis. And those boys are so needy they can't just leave him alone during leave, either! Graves can be pretty patient, but after a long day of dealing with hyperactive Shadows and a giant techie with chronic anxiety, he gets a little snippy. Nik on the other hand? Totally chilled out like 90% of the time. He's had a couple of bad days where he'll scowl at someone annoying him and the very rare occasions that he does lose his cool. Ghost has witnessed this once, and the rant Nik was on wasn't even directed at him, but he's still traumatized by it (@cod-dump has an incorrect quotes that definitely inspired this. In fact! Mike is the fucking reason I'm obsessed with Graves now! So *angrily stomps but it's more like a cute puppy* damn you! This is your fault!)

Gif that sums up their relationship?

I dunno I tried. I searched too long and this is all I could come up with

[hatsunevitu]

okay so since the Cupid Ye was aired i’ve been constantly thinking about cartman’s mental condition. we know he’s probably taking medication now, so i hc him having antisocial personality disorder and bipolar disorder. and i’ve been imagining him having his depression episode for the first time after he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. he’s not used to it, he has no idea what’s going on and why he suddenly feels so tired and numb all the time, so he just stays at home skipping school and avoiding social contacts. he’s scared and the “it’s all because of your illness, poopsikins!” from his mother doesn’t help at all.

and sooo i wrote a short moment about this?? i’m sorry for any mistakes because it was originally written in my native language, not in english :(

***

Ever since early childhood it was clear and obvious to everyone that Eric Cartman had problems. Not even like that, Kyle corrected himself in his thoughts. Eric Cartman had Problems. Sociopathy, sadism, aggression – all that a person could notice in Cartman after only half an hour of communication.

And Kyle wasn't too surprised when bipolar disorder was added to all of the above in a sloppy psychiatrist’s handwriting.

By the time Cartman was finally diagnosed he had already gone through several phases of mania. Kyle even did a little research on the disorder. "To know what to prepare for the next time I meet this psycho," he told Stan. "And to know how to help him if necessary," he added silently to himself.

By the age of fifteen, Stan's company was already used to Cartman's regular explosive mood swings, which were accompanied by crazy ideas, aggressive behavior, and, if absolutely unlucky, deaths of a couple or more people.

It was typical: after a short break, Cartman would burst into Kyle's room (often through the window), start showering him with business plans, startup ideas, and opportunities to have extreme fun. Kyle was silent, trying his best to ignore him and frowning irritably when Cartman smiled ecstatically and rushed to Kyle, tugging at his sleeve and almost shouting that everything would be better this time and that it’s a one hundred percent successful scheme.

For some time Broflovski genuinely believed that everyone in their friends group was going through such tortures, but after a short questioning, he found out that they had not seen Eric's mania with their own eyes. Kyle understood — and they won’t, when Cartman just chuckled at the outraged "What the fuck, Fatass?" and replied, "I guess you're just special, Kahl. They wouldn't understand." His eyes flashed especially maliciously, and Kyle looked away hastily so as not to give Cartman the opportunity to start another fight.

Well, all in all, no one's world collapsed when Cartman was diagnosed with a new mental illness. Over the past months of insane hallucinations and obsessive intrusive thoughts, he managed to make everyone sick of him. He refused to go to the therapy sessions for a long time, shouting, running away and trying to get into a fight, and Liane was too afraid to find out another unpleasant truth about her son, preferring to go with the flow and shut him up with the fulfillment of every single of his whims. Kyle doubts that anyone would have done anything to help Cartman if he hadn't intervened. Why – it was unclear to Broflovski himself, but Cartman's first depressive phase hit them both unexpectedly too hard.

Disappearing from everyone’s sight for two weeks, Cartman ignored calls and messages (although Kyle had a serious doubt that anyone other than Butters and Broflovski himself texted him) and skipped school despite Mr. Harrison's threats of expulsion.

Liane avoided answering questions, pursing her lips in frustration and talking her way out with a trivial "He's sick." Kyle didn't believe a damn second, knowing that if Cartman was sick, Kyle would have known about it the very first. Something was wrong. For some reason, the desire to find out what exactly was much stronger than it should have been when it came to Eric Cartman.

***

Perhaps Kyle really shouldn't have worried so much — not to the point of climbing into Eric's window at night. But the Cartmans hadn't opened the front door all day, and by that time Kyle's nerves were so stretched that they threatened to break if he didn't get answers to his questions in the next few minutes. Disturbing thoughts and images of possible turn of events appeared in his head. Perhaps Cartman was dead? Or, on the contrary, has killed someone and had been dissolving dismembered body of his victim for two weeks? One option was no better than the other, but nothing was even close to what he saw in Eric's bedroom.

Haggard, seven kilograms thinner, with an unhealthy skin color and bags under his eyes, he looked painfully wrong, not Cartman-like. He didn’t look exactly ill — more like lifelessly tired. But that wasn't even what hit Kyle so hard.

He did not suspect how much had been hidden in Cartman's eyes before – lively fire, hatred, anger, enthusiasm, passion – all this was gone, dissolved, buried under this empty, dead, unblinking gaze. For a second Kyle even thought (hoped?) that he was really dead, but the heaving chest under the blanket and almost inaudible sound of breathing exposed life in Cartman. He was lying on his back, his head slowly turned towards the window. Kyle sought recognition on his face, but did not see a single shade of any emotions.

He froze in the window, making eye contact with Eric, feeling like he saw something he shouldn't have. He tried to revive the old familiar hatred that usually boiled in him as soon as their eyes met, but Cartman’s emptiness totally killed all the anger. Kyle climbed through the window – Cartman didn't react in any way, lazily closing his eyes – and walked up to the bed, touching his shoulder timidly.

“Hey, Cartman?” he said, shuddering at the way his voice echoed throughout the bedroom. Cartman didn’t open his eyes but smiled hardly visibly.

“Hey, jew”. His voice was empty and emotionless and Kyle pursed his lips with a bit of a pain.

“You need to see a doctor, Cartman”, he said firmly as Eric finally opened one eye disinterestedly. “I’ll help you. I promise”.

And he did.

[yuseirra]

I really am trying to make sense of hikaru's character, and trying to bring everything I see of him and combine it together in a way that makes sense to form his character but it's actually impossible. I could manage to make sense of it somehow till 161, but I just cannot with what we learn out of him in 162, it has information that contradicts what's previously given to us and it's as if he has split personalities that cannot coexist...

The only way to make this understandable and could be thought of as consistent writing would be that he's ACTUALLY possessed, I'm serious, because what WAS that about him saying he does have fatherly feelings and the fact he funded for the movie, was willing to accept he'd be killed etc, I don't feel those were lies either, it DIDN'T have to be there. It's one of those information that no one would expect out of him so much and had been purposely given to us with intent. Those aren't usually lies because what's the point?; It's bad writing to just throw those info in to confuse the readers, it wasn't enacted in a way to be taken as a lie.

It wouldn't have been a problem if his appearance during the movie arc never existed, then he's perfectly coherent in regards to his previous portrayals, but I always felt that his portrayals in that arc would be fundamental to understand his character, his eyes didn't have the black stars in 154 in reaction to Ai's video either, so I was convinced the reactions he had towards Ai's video was so genuine.

I really want to ask the author if that's it for this one.

I really don't get it for this case, it's ACTUALLY impossible to integrate what's been shown of him as a single character, and it's not like the chapters have been spread out so far that it lead to a lack of consistency, it's been less than ten chapters since these events happened and he's drastically different that I just can't take him as the same person.

Except for the really, really base core of the character like his appearance and age and the fact that Ai is his most important person, it's like he's been completely taken over and shifted. It's so confusing, I really don't want to discard what I made out of his character from after what I saw from the movie arc, but I can't bring it together in a logical way of how things are in 161-162 if this is how he's supposed to go and it ISN'T AN ACT. Either this is bad writing(I'm sorry to say that towards another person's work but from a psychological standpoint, I really, really cannot comprehend what this is) or it's intentionally indicating that there is this outer force that's drastically shifted Kamiki's character in an unnatural way. But would it really BE this? In the case of the latter, Ai's wishes if helping him still makes sense because it'd indicate Hikaru really isn't himself and is influenced by the black stars or whatever. Honestly, that's the ONLY way it'd make sense for me for this character to be this way. It IS very out of character if we bring the movie arc portrayals into account. Does the writer know what they're doing with this character? They must, way better than me, but I'm not sure what they want to do with them because the work isn't mine.

I really really am trying to make do and make the best out of what I can of what's been presented in the source material, I always do, but it's INCREDIBLY confusing regarding this character. Right now... I may have to go with the idea that he's ACTUALLY possessed and not himself as bizzare and illogical that may be, or either disregard a huge chunk of the ideas that was set forth in the movie arc(but I am really convinced those were the truths when it comes to this character!!) It's both such a tough choice to make and I really need answers for this case. They don't give us proper answers when it comes to this character. What are they hiding?? I actually think he CAN really be possessed because, that's what the songs could be indicating and plus, that does let us see WHY Ai would request to help this guy out. It's not entirely out of his own will that he's acting wickedly, but under an influence, that's how he's "lost"... So is THIS it? Is THAT what the author is going for? Well for Hikaru's sake and for the sake of consistent writing I do hope this is the case because I can't understand him perfectly unless it's this!! Things just don't work out. I can't possibly portray him as well and it's so difficult, and I never had this happen to me, ever. It's like having a puzzle piece that's from a different set and struggling to fit it in, but it can't happen because it isn't supposed to be there in the first place.

I want to make the best of it, but that's what's happening to me right now.

[oldfangirl81]

Some have already touched on it but picturing the chaos social media would be during The Fall Of The House of Usher has me cackling.

Spoilers

• People trying to both do serious memorials for the dead after the orgy and make jokes about rich death from sexual misadventures.

• Then Camille dies at Victorine's place of work. So the quiet conspiracy folks who didn't think Perry's death was accidental start to make a louder noises online.

• Next comes the death of Leo. Half the siblings are dead in less than a week. Seemingly all unconnected although a lot say grief caused Leo's death. Hemsworth has to answer a lot of ridiculous questions once it comes out about the role the hammer had in Leo's mental breakdown.

Okay a lot of the next part comes from the idea that as Roderick gets closer to death the protections from Verna are fading to allow for consequences. So things could be hitting social media with much more attention than before. Like a veil being lifted from the world's eyes.

• When the details of the murder/suicide of Victorine come out people are truly horrified. But there are a few bloggers who get vindicated. Dupin wasn't the only person over the years who wrote and saw truth when nobody else did. There are lots of texts/tweets/Tumblr posts with "Dude, sorry I said you were crazy for thinking the Ushers were the devil incarnate. I just thought they were normal rich awful."

• Tamerlane's death sparks so many videos and posts on sex work, sex surrogacy, toxic fitness standards, etc. Her husband gets some support from the public but is also a big punchline in alt-right.

• The government conspiracy folks and the occultists have ended their online beef. They are in agreement that this is a deal with the devil coming due. They start fighting again as more deaths happen as to which Usher made the deal, a few even try to say it was somehow Annabell Lee's fault.

• The aftermath of Freddie's death is a lot of disbelief. And more people wondering if maybe there really was something supernatural at work. People use historical examples as proof it is just chaotic forces of the universe but others point out they can't prove those instances weren't supernatural too.

• Lenore dies and her AI is active but very clearly twisted and broken. Causing more genuine anger towards Madeline Usher. At least one of her classmates is online influencer who is heartbroken and engraged in equal parts.

• Madeline Usher's gravestone is never free from vandalism. Actually most of the Ushers graves are vandalized. Lenore's always has flowers. Someone tracks down where Annabell Lee is buried after more facts come out. They gofund a proper grave marker for her.

• Then someone finds the tape Dupin left. It gets uploaded online. Dupin never confirms the authenticity of it because he wasn't born yesterday. That leads to debates of those that believed it was supernatural all along and those convinced the tape is a fake.

• Still the world offline mostly just puts it down to tragedy mixed with rich people bullshit. It ends up being considered a thing like bigfoot or faking the moon landing.

[rewritingcanon]

marauder characters red flags teehee

james: one of them rich, only children who tries to cosplay poverty. like he will live in a share house when he doesnt need to, eat two minute noodles every day when he doesnt need to, complain about his rent when he can totally afford it, and repost sibling media but will tag his friends instead ☠️

lily: has y/n syndrome

sirius: not a surprise to anyone, but he will do the most heinous thing and will say ‘it was just for laughs 🤷‍♂️’ when questioned about it

remus: SO niche but is the type of bitch to run the socialist club and hold meetings but to get in the entry fee will be like $60

peter: type to say “that’s ok. no one really likes me anyways 🚶‍♂️” when he gets rejected (he’s actually being genuine about it…. which is still icky tbh)

severus: no skincare routine, no hair care routine… seriously eating two meals a day and sleeping seven hours a night his idea of self care

regulus: gatekeeps anything he likes and if he finds out you have a shared interest with him…… be prepared for 28 questions to prove you’re a ‘real fan’.

barty: type to scratch his butt and then sniff his hand

evan: type to ask for a whimper audio. or ask for a thug shake.

marlene: would ransack a church. probably would do it during a sermon too

dorcas: purposefully puts on a mommy voice for clout💀💀

mary: you’re ranting to her but she always has to give you advice. and then she asks you ‘was my advice good? everyone says my advice is the best ☺️’

emmeline: will cook/bake you something bc she wants to do something nice for you but everything she makes is literally poisonous and will give you food poisoning (and she manages to do this by accident every time, which is even more impressive)

lucius: would call someone a peasant, and it may seem like he’s just teasing, but he quite literally isn’t. he fucking hates the poor.

narcissa: thinks gaslighting is a love language

fabian: when asked ‘do i look fat in this?’ he just laughs. he wont even answer you. he’ll just laugh

sybill: will think she’s oppressed because people dont like her being a seer 🥺

alice: will offer to cut her friend’s hair and will give them the most ugly ass cut of their life

frank: posts gym workout photos on his ig

pandora: people talk about the ‘2020 cringe era’ but in all truth thats just her rancid personality

xenophilius: is an adult with bracers. his name is also xenophilius 🤮

petunia: is the type to ask in a really scarily angry tone “im sorry, am i boring you?” if you yawn around her whilst she’s talking

gilderoy: would say some insane type of shit when doing his makeup like “mirror mirror on the wall” or something. and be lowkey serious about it. he’s fucking delulu bro.

[digsys]

Here's a possible trope idea: stuck together (interpret how you'd like 😙)

Sending good vibes so that writer's block goes away !!

hey anon sorry this is so late but here it is!! thank you sm for the prompt, i went with jeysami! hope you enjoy :)

this takes place after survivor series: wargames '22!

“Oh, come on,” groaned Sami, almost going to honk his horn before seeming to think better of it. He put a frustrated hand through his hair. “This city is cursed, uce.”

Jey was already watching him from the passenger seat. “Probably an accident or somethin',” he said.

Sami sighed. “Yeah, yeah, you're right. I shouldn't be so self-absorbed.”

That— that wasn't actually what Jey had said. It made Jey's mouth involuntarily tilt up on one side. Sami, and his terribly genuine brand of... goodness. Jey was endlessly entertained.

“It's just—” Sami cut himself off. Jey raised his eyebrows. Sami glanced at him, grinned a little sheepishly. “It's weird, right? How it all is now?”

Jey knew what he meant. “What you mean, uce?” He liked to hear Sami talk.

“I mean.” Sami's hands began to gain energy, as animated as they always became when he was on a rant, and Jey turned to take in his fill more completely. “I mean, three months ago, I wasn't sure Roman took me even remotely serious. For sure, I didn't think that you... That you would ever warm up to me.”

Jey huffed. “Yeah.”

“And when Roman stuck us together— remember that?— when he wanted us to get along better?“ Sami laughed, sounding almost breathless. “Every time we were alone together, I was thinking, 'This is it. He's gonna kill me.'”

“Same, man,” said Jey, and Sami laughed some more. Jey's chest pleasantly warmed.

Sami looked at the cars around them. “And now we're here, stuck together just because you wanted to.”

Jey's face unpleasantly warmed. “Hey, I was just trying to finish my sets,” he defended. “You didn't have to stick around, you could've gone ahead with Jimmy and Solo.” In all honesty, Jey knew Sami would insist staying at the hotel with him. Their friendship was fresh and new and he'd been eager to hang out with a Jey that wasn't always glaring at him. “And you didn't have to drive.”

Sami waved him off, a grin on his face as he continued looking ahead, as if they weren't frozen in traffic. “Yeah, yeah,” his tone was teasing, “anyways, my point is that it's kinda weird how it all is now.”

Jey turned to look ahead, too. His cheeks felt warm. He fidgeted with the dashboard. “Good weird, though, right?”

A beat. “Definitely good weird,” Sami answered.

When Jey looked over, Sami was already looking. There was a smile still on his lips, but it was almost hesitant. He was blushing. Jey looked away.

They got quiet after that, then— not a bad silence, but a comfortable one. Jey, despite himself, had always felt comfortable around Sami — he just tried to suppress that comfort as well as he could with the distrust that his mind kept telling his heart that he should be feeling.

Truth was that nowadays, Sami was really the only person Jey ever felt completely comfortable with aside from Jimmy.

As that realization began to completely dawn on Jey, heat creeping back into his cheeks, he could feel a responding change in the silence of the car. Still not bad but— not exactly comfortable anymore. Charged.

He was just going to open his mouth, desperate to bring back normality, when Sami was opening his: “Jey?”

His tone sounded off. Sami was always so expressive, emotion always played out across his face and his voice and his posture but Jey didn't know this one, was still trying to figure them all out.

Jey swallowed. “Hm?”

Sami's fingers began tapping a beat into the steering wheel. “I,” he cut himself off again. He wet his lips, and Jey tracked the movement, eyes snapping back up right after. Sami's cheeks were still red. “I was wondering if you wanted to get food after the show.”

Something in Jey's chest was pounding like a drum. “Always do, don't we?”

“No, like—” Sami glanced at him, expression painfully sincere. “Like a date.”

Jey could hardly breathe. “A date?“

Sami didn't look like he was breathing, either. “A date.”

“For real?”

“For real.”

“With me?”

“With you.”

“Sami,” Jey said.

“Shit,” said Sami. “I should not have done this. I should not be doing this, especially alone in a practically parked car with you, damn it—”

“Sami,” he tried.

“Jey, I'm sorry about this, ignore it all, forget I even asked, I really didnt mean to put you in an uncomfortable—”

“Sami,” Jey insisted, and Sami finally shut up, wincing.

“Yeah?” he asked weakly.

Jey's heart was still pounding. “Yeah.”

“Yeah, that's what I thought, I'm so sorry about this, Jey, if you don't want me to—”

“Sami,” Jey repeated, exasperated. “Yeah.”

Sami finally looked at him, full on. He blinked. “...Yeah?”

Jey felt a grin spread across his face. “Yeah.”

A honk interrupted them. The cars ahead of them had started up again, moving forward. Sami broke their frozen eye contact to follow, his driving jerky.

“Yeah,” he eventually said, breathlessly. “Okay. I mean— Awesome. Cool. Totally.” He laughed softly, brushing a quick hand through his hair. “Awesome.”

Jey finally looked away, too, but he knew a ridiculous grin was still plastered all over his face. “Awesome.”

[vitospaghetta]

Hi there!

Sorry to barge in on your inbox like this but i was very intrigued by your post about Leon's flirting with Shen Mei. And I'll just start by saying i agree. I loved the breakdown because as much as i love Leon i also love the fact that he's not flawless.

I just think that people let Leon's compassionate nature cloud their perception on him a bit and it's fine, y'know? It's a perception albeit different still, everyone's entitled to different opinions and such. I just think that the way you put it simply a desperation born out of loneliness makes perfect sense and isn't out of the place either. I'm sure Leon would want to have a genuine connection and a relationship with someone. Were the circumstances different. But to put it simple it's... a human tragedy. The only people that ever genuinely seemed to look out for him or care about him were taken out of the story after a single title or just died in the most tragic circumstances. Yes I'm looking at RE4R's Ashley (written out), Luis and Krauser.

But all that said, i also like that there are two separate timelines now that are both considered canon. So people can choose. And for this case alone I'm just gonna say i prefer the writing of the remakes. Which makes me wonder if the CGI movies now only stand for OG canonicity due to the writing and everything.

Regardless if you're interested on explaining the timeline I'd be happy to read it. I loved your breakdown of Leon in that one scene from ID alone. ✨

Yes! I saw people vague-posting and complaining about my post, as if Leon's sex life comes at the cost of his morality. I think people also just took what they wanted out of it and deliberately misinterpreted it. Like.. people are free to think what they want and I'm not claiming my analysis is the supreme truth, but it's very clear that some folks openly reject the idea of Leon being imperfect in ways that aren't pretty because they'd rather focus strictly on his compassion.

Compassion like his comes at a cost, and that's something we've seen throughout the franchise. i.e. Leon giving up his freedom for Sherry in RE2, or him being fully willing to sabotage his relationship with Claire at the end of Infinite Darkness over the data chip because he doesn't want agents to go after her, or him not clearing his name by turning Helena in to the authorities in RE6. Leon's compassion is the whole reason why I came to the conclusion I did about the scene with Shen Mei, because he is absolutely the type of person who would suffer a life of loneliness willingly just to avoid hurting anyone else.

I think it's also just the common mentality that mental health issues are only ever tolerated when they're pretty. If Leon's just a sad wet rat of a guy whose flaws never impact another person and he's only ever a detriment to himself (which seems to be the general consensus people come to when they analyze/think of RE4R Leon), then it's okay. But mental health issues are notoriously ugly.

Men are also notoriously fucking annoying, and unfortunately for everyone, OG Leon's got just a sprinkling of that fuckboi flavor. Real human pest energy. That half-serious "soooo...?" is a testament to that. What we should actually focus on is how nicely he accepts rejection lol. What an American hero!!!!

Also in regards to the CGI movies - I mentioned this in the last ask I answered, but the CGI movies exist within the original timeline and aren't made to hold up with the remakes for the sake of continuity.

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Mutual Desire - Chapter 64

*Warning - Adult Content*

Damien Clarke had to stop feeling sorry for himself and act by giving a call to Nick first. 

Nichola D'Alonzo took Damien's call after a single ring.

"Damien is that you? You're alive." Nick rushed to say, breathless.

"Why wouldn't I be alive?" Damien snapped. "And what is wrong with you? Why did you send me a bunch of texts and called me nonstop?" Damien said, bombarding his best friend with questions, as Nick has done with his calls.

Nick better had a good reason for his unusual harassment, as Damien was slightly pissed by his best friend's behavior. 

He had things to sort out and he didn't have time for Nick’s immature little games.

"Well, sorry for being a good friend and worry about you," Nick retorted sarcastically but with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Damien rolled his eyes. Nick was fucking with him exactly as he had anticipated.

"Why are you worry about me?" Damien asked disinterestedly.

"When I woke up this morning and didn't see you, I thought you went home. But then I saw your car in the parking lot. Since you weren't at my place and your car was, I naturally thought something had happened to you. I thought you had been kidnapped in the parking lot on your way to your car or something."

Nick was closer to the truth than he probably thought he was. 

Well, Damien hadn't been kidnapped in the true sense of the word but knowing that he hadn't had total control of himself being drunk, thus making the decision to get into Nabokov's car not being quite consenting. 

So, in a way, Damien believed he had been kidnapped. 

Sort of. And he had completely forgotten that his car had stayed in Nick's parking lot. 

If it weren't for Nick, Damien would probably have realized it while driving home and not seeing his car. 

Damien now planned to phone Nabokov's driver right after he was done with Nick's call so he could drive him to his car. 

From there, he would go home and reflect for a long time on the next step in his relationship with Craig and Nabokov.

"You're over-dramatizing things Nick. I'm alive and well," Damien said, aware of being half responsible for this misunderstanding.

Nick's concerns had been legitimate, as Damien should have left him a message to inform him that he was coming home. 

In the state of mind Damien was in then, that idea hadn't even crossed his mind.

"You know me, I only see the worst in everything. Anyway, where were you? Did you stay the night?"

‘Shit, shit.’

Nick had taken Damien by surprise. 

Not only had Nick had had excellent reasons to be concerned but he had also asked relevant questions that any logical person would ask in such circumstance. 

Damien thanked the heavens that he was on the phone and not face to face, because he doesn't believe he could've concealed his distress in trying to find a concrete excuse.

"Uh no. I took an Uber," Damien said, stammering. "I was a little drunk, so I took an Uber."

Damien mentally sighed. It wasn't so much a lie, since it was exactly what he had planned to do before Nabokov arrived. 

Well, he had planned to take his car and not an Uber but this was only a minor detail that didn't need to be revealed.

"Ah. I thought about that too but seeing that you weren't answering my calls and that you weren't home when I passed by earlier, I really believed that something serious had happened to you bro."

Damien was amazed to learn that Nick had been to his place but since he looked genuinely worried, it shouldn't have been so much of a surprise. 

Damien now had to explain why he wasn't home when he didn't have his car.

"Dimitri came to get me for something to eat," Damien dishonestly gushed without thinking.

Damien didn't have to worry about that lie because Nick was unlikely to find out about it, he and Dimitri being more acquaintances than friends. 

Besides, it was a completely harmless lie.

"Next time, don't scare me like that. Send me at least a text. Don't forget that I was totally blacked out yesterday and could barely remember a thing, so I'm imagining a lot of weird stuff."

Damien sighed and closed his eyes, exasperated with him. 

All this had all been his fault and it was clearly not his proudest moment.

"Yeah, I know and I'm sorry. You're right, I should've texted you. I owe you a drink, Nick."

"No, you owe me ten and I ain't going down."

"You got it," Damien agreed, chuckling softly.

Damien Clark chatted with Nicolas D’Alonzo for a while. 

After the end of his conversation, Damien telephoned Richard, Alexander Nabokov's driver, using the phone number the Russian man had left at the bottom of the note. 

Damien felt bad for disturbing him but he was also embarrassed to do so. 

He didn't know the man but he had no idea where he was. 

While dialing Richard's number, Damien thought about stopping midway and taking an Uber instead. 

One thing was holding him back from doing so, he was afraid that Nabokov would take it personal and be upset. 

Resigning himself, Damien dialed the number and Richard didn't give Damien time to change his mind and hang up because he answered after a ring.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Clarke."

For some reason, Damien felt that this phone conversation was going to be extremely embarrassing. 

If he wanted to get home as quickly as possible, he had to go through with this phone conversation.

"Uh, yeah, hi."

"How can I help you, Mr. Clarke?"

By causing your boss to disappear. 

This is how you can help me, Damien really wanted to answer but abstained.

"Uh yes, Can you drop me off at the same place as yesterday?"

Though he hadn't given much details and the wording of his request was poor, Damien knew that Richard understood what he meant.

"Certainly Mr. Clarke. I can be there in ten minutes. Is that okay for you?"

Damien suppressed a sigh of relief. 

He wasn't going to be waiting for long and he would be heading home soon.

"Umm, yes thank you."

"Perfect. I"ll call you when I've arrived. See you in a few."

The call hadn't been as uncomfortable as Damien had thought it would be. 

The fact that it had lasted barely twenty seconds had obviously helped. 

Damien now had ten minutes to waste before Richard arrived. 

He thought of distracting himself by going through Nabokov's Penthouse but quickly changed his mind. 

Apart from being impressed and amazed, visiting Nabokov's residence wasn't going to contribute to anything. 

The Russian's room had already a very impersonal touch to it, having no family photos in sight. 

As he explored the area, Damien wouldn't be learning anything he didn't already know about Nabokov. 

So, Damien remained seated on the edge of the bed while he contemplated with great contentment and appeasement the grandiose view in front of him. 

It was the ringing of his phone that abruptly took him out of this moment of tranquility he was enjoying. 

It was Richard on the phone informing him that he had arrived. 

Damien took one last glance at the mesmerizing sight before exiting the bedroom and the Penthouse by taking the elevator. 

Richard was waiting for him in front of a different limousine than the one from yesterday, the back door already wide open. 

Richard greeted Damien with a professional smile and Damien returned him a shy smile. 

The atmosphere was interesting to say the least and Damien avoided Richard's gaze. 

Richard must obviously be aware that Damien had spent the night at Nabokov's and probably believed that the two men had slept together. 

Damien was curious to know how the Russian would react and feel knowing his driver had knowledge of their relationship. 

Damien walked past Richard and got into the limo as fast as he could. 

Richard closed the door and a few seconds later the limo started to move. Damien took his phone out and returned Dimitri's call. 

Dimitri didn't answer, so Damien texted him to call when he was free to do so. 

Damien knew he would need Dimitri's advice to help him make clear decisions regarding his relationship with Craig. 

During the ride, he had only thought of that and it was only when Richard came to open the door for him after arriving at his destination that Damien was temporarily free from his thoughts which had kept him rather busy. 

Damien thanked Richard and gave him a sincere smile. 

The atmosphere was much less uncomfortable this time around. 

The two men said their goodbyes and a few seconds later, Damien watched the limo leave the parking lot. 

Richard had dropped him off in front of his car and Damien only took a few steps before getting into his car. 

He'd thought of calling Nick to find out if he was home since he was in the underground parking lot of his building but Damien needed to be alone with his thoughts before going to see Craig. 

Damien intended to go see his boyfriend without wasting a moment. 

It was the right thing to do since he wanted to make Craig his top priority. 

Though he didn't want to make all these secrets last, Damien didn't know what the right action was to take. 

He knew that if he was to confess his last night mistakes to Craig that Craig would leave him without even having to think twice, barring a miracle. 

This fact was enough for the decision to be made to be quite obvious but the idea of keeping it a secret didn't seat well with Damien at all because a small voice inside him was warning him that he would end up bitterly regret it and that nothing could be kept a secret forever. 

Damien really needed Dimitri's advice, because he was in a total impasse. 

Arriving home, Damien parked his car in front of his apartment building. 

When he opened the front door, he heard noise coming from the television in the living room. 

Damien stopped on a dime and completely froze, his heart pounding. 

He immediately thought of a burglar who had left his television on after his committed mischief. 

Then he thought of Nick who had told him that he had stopped by his place. 

Nick might have turned on the TV for some weird reason. 

It was a possibility but Damien wasn't sure and continuing his way into the apartment knowing there might be a thief clearly didn't seem like the idea of the century. 

He could already see tomorrow's headline in the newspaper. 

Dumb citizen dies, he entered home knowing full well there was a burglar. 

When Damien decided that putting his life at risk for a simple riddle wasn't worth it and that he was in the midst of turning back on his tracks, his phone then took that moment to make a ringtone sound because of course it fucking would. 

Damien was startled and he barely suppressed a curse. 

Instead of running away as fast as he could, Damien just stood there with his head bowed, his hand rummaging in Nabokov's jogging pant pocket in search of his noisy phone. 

With impressive speed, he managed to extract his phone from the pocket. 

Damien quickly declined Dimitri's call to silence his phone. 

He put his cell back to where it was an sighed.

[liacontilde]

TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 9

At exactly five-thirty, there was a knock on the door, and I got ready to go downstairs. I had spent the entire week preparing for that moment. I had carefully chosen my outfit to avoid looking too feminine and made a mental list of conversation topics to avoid bringing up. I opened the door, and there they were. Kai was smiling and seemed genuinely happy to see me, but the other three still didn't appear very comfortable with my presence.

"Hi, Lía," Kai greeted me warmly.

"Hi, guys," I replied, trying to interact with the rest.

Finally, I stepped out of my house and began to approach the group.

"So, what's the plan?" I asked Kai in a slightly low tone.

"There's no specific plan," he said, shrugging with a smile. "It's your first time with us. Why don't you choose what to do?"

I looked around. The guys were all staring at me, waiting for my answer, but the truth was, I didn't have a plan either. I spent a few moments thinking about what kind of activity I could suggest that wouldn't seem boring to them. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head, and I couldn't help but show my excitement.

"Follow me, please," I said with a rather enthusiastic gesture as I started walking to the other side of the road.

"Where are you taking us?" Kai asked, curious.

"You'll see," I replied without looking back at him.

The four boys followed me without protest, though with a somewhat skeptical attitude. I led the group through the line of houses on the other side of the road, and we crossed the farms and orchards. When we reached the wall of trees that marked the beginning of the forest, I noticed the group stopped behind me. I turned to them immediately, a little confused.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop?" I asked.

"Why are you taking us into the forest?" Taehyun asked, sounding slightly aggressive.

"I'm wondering the same thing. Are you a murderer planning to chop us up?" Yeonjun teased, crossing his arms.

Even though the accusation was completely false, I shot a quick murderous glance at him.

"Guys, you're going too far," Kai quickly reprimanded them.

"Yeah, what's up with you? Are you scared or something?" Beomgyu said, siding with me.

There was a general silence. We all looked at each other with a tension that was almost palpable. Finally, Kai stepped forward and stood beside me.

"I'm going with you," he said decisively.

"Me too," Beomgyu added, joining us.

Taehyun also moved closer without saying anything, which caused Yeonjun, with a roll of his eyes and a sigh, to finally join us as well.

I led them down the familiar path without trying to explain anything further. After a few minutes, I began to hear the sound of running water, but I said nothing and just continued until we reached the clearing.

"We're here," I said, turning to the group with a serious expression. "Sorry, this was the only thing I could think of."

"A river?" Kai said, surprised. "I didn't bring a swimsuit," he added a bit shyly.

"It doesn't matter. It's not very deep." As I said this, I took off my shoes and walked to the edge, dipping my feet into the cool water. "See?"

"I didn't know this river was here," Taehyun remarked.

"Me neither," Beomgyu said, taking off his shoes and dipping his feet into the water as well. "It's not too cold!" he exclaimed with a smile.

"How do you know about this place?" Kai asked as he also stepped into the water.

"Soobin brought me here the day we became friends," I replied, feeling a bit uncomfortable talking about Soobin to Kai.

"No wonder Soobin didn't hang out with us on Saturdays," Taehyun said absentmindedly while splashing around a bit.

"What are you talking about? This river is only fun in the summer. What about the rest of the year?" Yeonjun questioned.

"Well…" Taehyun replied, confused.

"If Soobin didn't come with us, it's because he had something more interesting to do," Yeonjun continued.

Just at that moment, I felt Yeonjun's eyes fix on me. I knew what he was trying to do. My heart raced, and I clenched my jaw in response. I felt my cheeks start to burn, and avoiding eye contact with the boys, I pretended not to hear and bent down to splash my face with water.

"Choi Yeonjun, stop," Kai warned in a rather serious tone.

"Tell us, Lía. Is Soobin your boyfriend?" Yeonjun continued.

"He's not her boyfriend," Kai answered for me.

"Yeonjun, maybe you shouldn't…" Beomgyu tried to stop him.

"Are you jealous?" Yeonjun finally said, looking at Kai with a malicious smile.

Kai didn't respond further. He slowly walked toward Yeonjun and stood right in front of him.

"He's not her boyfriend," he repeated in a firm but calm tone.

"I haven't heard her say that," Yeonjun said, laughing at him and standing his ground despite being several centimeters shorter.

"Soobin is not my boyfriend," I finally answered, wanting to put an end to the issue.

"You heard her," Kai said. "Soobin is not her boyfriend."

"Every time you say that, you get redder," Yeonjun added, pointing at Kai's cheeks.

Kai brusquely pushed his hand away and grabbed Yeonjun by the wrist.

"I told you to stop," Kai gave him an ultimatum.

"Why do you keep speaking for her?" Yeonjun replied, irritated.

Kai looked at me, frustrated but with a hint of anticipated regret, still holding Yeonjun's wrist. The other two boys stayed on the sidelines but were alert. Finally, he turned his gaze back to his opponent.

"Because she's more peaceful than I am…" At that moment, Kai pulled Yeonjun's arm, causing him to lose his balance and fall into the water.

However, Yeonjun grabbed him before falling and dragged him in as well. The two started wrestling in the water, and the others rushed to separate them.

"What are you doing? Stop!" Taehyun shouted, holding Kai back.

An overwhelming feeling of distress washed over me. I panicked and ran out of the water. I grabbed my shoes in one hand and bolted through the forest. My vision was blurred by the tears welling up in my eyes, but I could only think about getting home. I began to hear the boys calling me from the river, but that only made me run faster.

However, my run didn't last long, as I felt a sharp pain in the sole of my foot, and the next two steps felt like stabs. I dropped to the ground on my knees and curled up, starting to cry for real. The pain was unbearable, radiating through my entire leg. I knew I had stepped on something sharp, possibly a branch.

I brushed the sole of my foot with my fingers without looking. When I checked, my fingers were stained red.

"Why?" I sobbed to myself.

I began to hear footsteps approaching. Someone was running through the forest. Suddenly, I heard a voice.

"Lía?"

"Beomgyu!" I quickly sat up.

The boy approached me after hearing my voice. He was wet and out of breath from what had happened at the river. He found me on the ground, crying and unable to move my leg. He quickly saw my foot and covered his mouth with his hands in shock.

"What happened?" he asked, quickly crouching down to check on me.

"I stepped on something. I shouldn't have run barefoot through the forest," I answered between sobs.

"Hey, it's okay. I'll go get help, alright?"

The boy ran off again towards the river and soon returned with the other three.

Kai was the first to come to my side, crouching down next to me and offering his shoulder for support so I could get up.

"Bend your knee backward," he instructed urgently.

As I did, he grabbed my ankle, exposing the sole of my foot. The other three quickly approached and poured water they had gathered in their hands over my wound.

"We should take her to a doctor," Taehyun suggested.

"Does it look that bad?" I asked, feeling anxious.

"A professional should clean the wound," he shrugged.

"He's right. We shouldn't try to do it ourselves," Beomgyu confirmed.

"But the doctor lives in the city. How are we going to get her there like this?" Yeonjun complained.

Kai quickly gestured for me to get on his back. I pushed myself up as best as I could, and he helped me settle in.

"We'll take turns," he said firmly.

"What happened?" he quickly crouched down to check on me.

"I stepped on something. I shouldn't have run barefoot through the forest," I replied, sobbing.

"Hey, it's okay. I'll go get help, alright?"

The boy ran off again towards the river and soon returned with the other three.

Kai was the first to approach me, crouching down beside me and offering his shoulder for support to help me up.

"Bend your knee backward," he instructed urgently.

As I did, he grabbed my ankle, exposing the sole of my foot. The other three quickly approached and poured water they had gathered in their hands over my wound.

"We should take her to a doctor," Taehyun suggested.

"Does it look that bad?" I asked, feeling anxious.

"A professional should clean the wound," he shrugged.

"He's right. We shouldn't try to do it ourselves," Beomgyu confirmed.

"But the doctor lives in the city. How are we going to get her there like this?" Yeonjun complained.

Kai quickly gestured for me to get on his back. I pushed myself up as best I could, and he helped me settle in.

"We'll take turns," he said firmly.

The five of us headed toward the city. No one spoke about what had happened at the river just moments before. Everyone seemed simply concerned about me.

They all took turns carrying me on their backs until we finally arrived at the doctor's house.

We entered the waiting room, with my foot still occasionally dripping. Taehyun, who was carrying me at that point, gently set me down on one of the benches.

Shortly after, the doctor came out and looked at us in astonishment. Even though I was the main patient, the rest of the group looked worse than I did. They were all pretty wet and had several bruises from the rocks in the river.

"Good afternoon. How can I help you?" he began with a formal expression.

"My friend has a branch stuck in her foot. Please help her," Kai responded, clearly distressed.

The doctor looked at me and then noticed the small puddle that had formed under my foot.

"Come with me," the doctor instructed.

Kai helped me up and then accompanied me into the examination room. Carefully, he lifted me until I managed to sit on the examination table. Then he took a step back and started to leave. However, the doctor's voice stopped him.

"There's no need for you to leave, boy."

"Really?"

"Of course not. This is something that, with basic knowledge, can be done at home. A group of young people like you could benefit from knowing these kinds of tricks."

Kai moved closer to the doctor and looked at my foot again, but quickly felt faint.

"Doctor, would you mind if I called another friend? He says he wants to study medicine."

The man sighed and agreed. Soon after, Kai returned to the room, this time with Beomgyu.

"All ready?" the doctor asked.

After we quickly nodded, the doctor asked me to lie face down on the table to have better access to the wound. He then put on gloves and offered another pair to Beomgyu, who looked both nervous and excited. Kai stayed by my side, making sure I was okay, but kept his distance from the blood.

"Well, the first step is to clean the wound," he said, picking up a bottle. "This is saltwater, but plain water will work too."

Kai glanced at Beomgyu for a moment, realizing that the instructions he had given them at the river were correct.

However, the moment of peace didn't last long, as soon as the liquid touched my foot, I began to cry out in pain.

"It stings! It stings!" I shouted.

"Calm down, calm down," Kai approached me with a soothing voice, trying to comfort me.

"I'm sorry!" Beomgyu exclaimed.

"Well, now that the area is clean, I'm sorry to say that the worst is yet to come," the doctor chuckled. "It's time to extract it."

I heard the man giving instructions to Beomgyu again, but this time I didn't pay attention. I felt them start to pull at the branch embedded in my foot while they continued to pour saltwater over it. I began to scream in pain, and for a moment, I thought I might faint.

Kai held my hand tightly, but not as tightly as I squeezed his. I could hear him quietly groan from the pressure I was putting on his fingers.

"I've got it!" Beomgyu shouted. "How did you manage to get this stuck in your foot? You had more than three centimeters lodged in there," he said, horrified.

"What?" I asked, trying to recover.

The boy approached us, holding the stick with tweezers. It was quite long and sharp, still stained with my blood.

"Get that out of my sight!" I turned my head away.

"We'll check for any remaining splinters and then bandage the foot, okay?" the doctor continued.

After a quick inspection, they finished cleaning the wound, and after disinfecting it with iodine, they bandaged my foot with gauze and cotton.

"All done," the doctor declared.

"All done?" I asked, still desperate.

"Yes, although... I don't think you'll be able to put weight on your foot for a couple of days."

Both boys sighed in unison, knowing they'd have to carry me back home again. Beomgyu removed his gloves, and the doctor complimented him on his steady hands, which made him smile proudly.

Kai invited me to climb onto his back, taking advantage of the height of the examination table. We left the examination room and joined the other two.

"How did it go?" Taehyun asked.

"She's fine, but she won't be able to put weight on her foot for a few days," Beomgyu explained.

We left the building and headed straight for a nearby bench. Kai set me down there, and everyone gathered around me.

"I'm sorry I scared you… I shouldn't have run barefoot through the forest," I lamented.

"You were the one who was scared. We shouldn't have acted that way," Yeonjun began. "Taehyun told me that Soobin asked you to hang out with us," he looked down. "You must think I'm a jerk," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I think we all do," Kai joked with a serious tone.

Yeonjun laughed at the comment and then moved closer to me.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. Then he turned to Kai and repeated, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," Kai apologized.

"What's wrong with us lately?" Taehyun interrupted. "Honestly, ever since Soobin left, there's been a tension between all of us that you could cut with a knife."

"That's true. And it's not right. We're friends. We shouldn't be fighting," Beomgyu agreed.

"Well… Soobin is the one who brought us all together," Kai explained. "Maybe we feel lost without him."

"There have been too many changes all at once," I interrupted. "Maybe I rushed things by wanting to hang out with you guys too."

"Don't be silly. Clearly, this group needs some feminine energy," Kai chided.

"Honestly… The plan to go to the river sounds fun. Let's take it more calmly next time," Yeonjun said.

"I agree. The water was great," Taehyun added.

"But I don't want you guys to fight because of me," I lamented.

"I can't promise anything…" Yeonjun laughed. "But I'll try," he said, offering me his hand to help me up. "I'll carry you first," he said with a kind smile.

The four boys took me home and helped explain what had happened to my parents (leaving out a few parts). Just before saying goodbye, I turned to the group and had an idea.

"Tomorrow, I'm celebrating my birthday. Why don't you all come?" I asked sweetly.

"All of us?" Kai asked.

"Yes, all of you," I replied with a smile.

"Sounds good to me," Beomgyu spoke up.

"Count me in," said Yeonjun.

"Me too," Taehyun smiled.

Kai looked at his friends in silence, then walked over to me with a smile. He gave me a tight hug before saying goodbye. It had been a long time since Kai had hugged me to say goodbye, and honestly, I appreciated it.

The boys left, and I hopped into my house on one foot.

I had a calm dinner with my parents, and then they helped me upstairs to my room. Before going to sleep, my dad said he would try to make me some crutches from a few branches to help me get around more easily.

I lay down in bed and felt dizzy. I drank some water and tried to calm down. A lot had happened that afternoon. However, I was happy. I felt like, in some way, I had made new friends (despite the rocky start). Plus, I had managed to see Yeonjun's kind side. I was curious to see how the girls would react the next day when I told them everything that had happened.

[my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda]

I'm watching Sonia's free time events for the first time to get a better sense of her character. Liveblogging my thoughts.

Anyway, I was today-years-old when I realized that both Kazuichi and Sonia have braids in their designs. The placement in Kazuichi's braid makes her hair asymmetrical, drawing attention to her quirkiness. Sonia's braid placement is reminiscent of a crown but also reminds me of a brain on the outside of her head, an allusion to her royal status with a hint to a darker, creepier side. I'm not saying this seriously I'm just having fun here.

put under a readmore bc oh my gosh this got long

The second FreeTime:

Ah, we finally get the answer to the age-old question: Is she a Very Real Princess that lives in a Very Real Castle?

The answer is YES.

And it actually sounds like a pretty cool castle from her description.

Kazuichi would be having the time of her life lol. I have been toying with the idea of Sonia becoming a friend to Zoey and Kazuichi, though the friendship for her and them is still a bit weird they all manage to make it work after a rocky start. Zoey's not worried about Kaz catching feelings again or whatever, she's worried about Sonia treating Kazuichi like a "creep" over a misunderstanding or something similar. Then again, Zoey is a bit protective of Kazuichi (and vise-versa) so it's a given that if you want to be friends with Zoey you just keep negative thoughts about Kazuichi to yourself lol.

WAIT this is basically the same question Kazuichi asked Hajime in the second or third free time what!!!

Okay I did NOT read the second part of that and then she threw me for a loop with-

Sonia's like: Hajime, let's be swingers baby!

Apparently her legs can be flexible after all lmao.

Ohhhhhh so she was basing her idea of (Japanese) relationships off of dramas. Lol. I thought she was asking Hajime if she and Gundham could swing with Chiaki and Hajime.

Hajime stop saying that. You comforted her about a Food yes you deserve to be closer friends.

AWWWW. OK THAT'S CUTE I LIKE THAT.

A little TOO fluently, like she's not really a foreigner! Duhn duhn duhn!

Fun fact: when I played this game (I've only played once so far) I thought that Sonia was gonna be revealed to be a phony. Like, her status as a princess was fake, like she was either posing as the princess because she looked enough like her to pass, or maybe her entire (fictional) country was made-up in-universe and she was able to make other people assume they'd just never heard of Novaselic before. That would have made more sense if the characters in Danganronpa were American and didn't know other countries (I'm American I'm allowed to make that joke).

Basically, I thought Sonia might be a non-murdery (or possibly murdery?) alt-version of Celeste. Not very original, I know. It wasn't a serious idea to me until later in the game when I felt like I should have known more about her at that point, but didn't (to be fair, I hadn't played her free times). I started suspecting she was the traitor in the second-to-last chapter up until I realized it was Chiaki. I felt guilty when I realized all her "There is no traitor! We're all friends!" talk was real and not just something she was saying to get everyone to stop trying to sniff her out. Sorry Sonia. Also sorry Kazuichi. I'm glad your former crush did not turn out to be a bad person, that would have been a huge unnecessary kick to the gut and Kaz has had enough. Sonia is a genuinely good person.

She explains that Makangos are embarrassing and implied to be sexual, so I'm wondering...

Makangos...are boners? xD

We'll never know if she's telling the truth here. It's not like she would say "Of course I'm going to overthrow the government, Hajime! Join me! Let's eat the rich!" (Her family included?)

Sonia, you are sus.

Aw, she kind of sounds like (my version of) Kazuichi's feelings about princesses. Though, even with the breaking of gender roles it's still more socially acceptable of Kazuichi to act out being a princess (in a play-pretend sense) than it would be of Sonia to act out being a Freemason.

And when she goes on... poor girl. Sonia has a lot of responsibility, and I think she thinks she has to justify her interests by tying them into her role as a princess, lest they get deemed "unnecessary" by her parents and she gets told to be more serious and focus on her role as a princess.

Sonia, you don't need to justify your weird or intense interests. You should be free to have a life outside of just royal duties. And she also wants to make sure her country isn't going to war or anything. She's heard enough about responsibility, let her go be a kid and have fun!

Ohhhhh a Makango is an animal.

Though it could still be slang for something when it's used in the context of "showing your lover your Makango" lol.

Harnessing an energy resource from these animals....I could see Kazuichi helping out with this one actually.

Good luck to Sonia and her noble goals! That's pretty cool that she has a plan in mind to change something about the status quo. Whoo!

Making a part two because this is pretty long

[doctorjuliasato]

Truth was Julia had seen a lot in her career as a doctor and an expectant mother wanting to have a drink after being deprived for almost nine months was hardly the most shocking. In fact it was probably far more common than the blonde in front of her realised, but her attention had been entirely swayed towards something else. The mention of symptoms that could contribute to something more serious. “I’m so sorry to hear about your first trimester struggles, do you feel you’ve managed to find coping mechanisms for that? If not I’d be happy to refer you to one of our wonderful members of the mental health team here. You just let me know.” A soft smile before turning back to the iPad and scribbling down a quick note with the apple pen. “Unplanned things can often be stressful, having children is a huge undertaking so there is no shame in taking a while to get your head around that fact. There is no judgment in the room, so please feel free to say what you need to, everything stays between us.” Offering an encouraging smile because you never know what a patient might say that could be related to their condition even in a way they didn’t expect to be relevant. Her eyebrows rose slightly the next time Neva spoke, not because of the answer to the issues she was having because truthfully she’d expected that, but no it was more because of her statement that she planned to have her babies in Sweden - meaning a long flight would be involved. “You have a transatlantic trip planned prior to your babies being born? Due to the things you’ve told me in the last ten minutes I really must advise that that’s a bad idea. I want to get some tests run on you for pre-eclampsia and if they come back conclusive we’re going to need to think about putting you on bed rest. A long flight could be catastrophic, the list of risks are extensive.” Her look of concern was genuine as she tapped a couple of buttons that would register Neva for the appropriate tests that needed to be done to confirm or deny what she suspected. Although Julia was pretty sure - this was arguably textbook. “I would be remiss if I didn’t urge you to consider changing your trip until after the twins are born.”  @bjorkncaddel

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 hesitated in answering some of the questions, which explains why she had a second or two to respond to them. She feels utterly bad for not having her husband by her side in this impromptu appointment. She did not want him to think she wanted to hurt their babies by sipping an alcoholic beverage. On the other hand, the Swedish is a lot overthinker, maybe she was worrying too much when she shouldn't. This is why she is here, to consult and ask for professional guidance. The blonde did not trust Google and didn't want to read about pregnancy in books, because she knew both sources would stress her out. ❛ I was advised to not be too active. My activities were radical. I did a few others that I was capable of doing. 'Soft' activities. Besides my first trimester was stressful for me, I didn't want them, and I was in a deep depression. ❜ The phrase sounded kind of bad, but she corrected it. ❛ I didn't want them now. I don't like unplanned things. It gives me a lot of stress. And I would like to this be our secret. My husband would be sad to hear it. ❜ In truth, she didn't want to have them at the moment, but her husband was so happy, and she knew what his desires were, and the thought that she was just like her mother haunted her mind, the fact she didn't want them. As she grew further with the pregnancy, she learned to like them. This was the first time she admitted it out and loud for a doctor. Maybe deep down, Ryan knew or kind of suspected it. This is a topic she would never bring to him, nor she reckons he would never bring to her. ⎯ Neva rested her back on the chair, and she thought she couldn't omit information forever. Her gaze dropped to her wedding ring, where she continued toying anxiously. ❛ Yes, yes, and yes to the majority of all the things that you said. I want you to know, that my babies will be born in Sweden, so I have a trip planned. ❜