#sorry this took forever to post here also i'll try to post my stuff here more often LOL

[apollysabyss]

Smidge My Beloved

I love this fridge so much

[enjoythesilentworld]

2024 fandom review!

thank u for the tag @willesredlights sorry it took me literally ages to get to it

lets pretend we're not almost two weeks into the new year ok? and what a year it has been. holy shit.

~ Fics written ~

I'll be honest I did go a little batshit crazy this past year. 314k words across 19 published works, plus god knows how much more unpublished on tumblr. listen, I was deep in the ??? phase of my master's (still am, lets be honest) and desperately looking for a new creative outlet. I've always been a writer, always loved dreaming up stories, but I have never quite connected to a universe as much as I have to this one. I resonate with so many of the characters, and i just feel like there is so much room to play and explore. i will continue to add in old people OCs to my fics wherever and whenever i get the chance.

First fic: for the tree's sake (M, 48k) aka tree boys inspired by the trip that eventually led to my discover of young royals in late '23, and my darling baby. yes, that airplane ride that seems weird and random is based on truth!

Fav fic: just if for a minute (T, 53k) aka fake married idiots i greatly enjoyed making Wille suffer for just under 53k. that confrontation scene took days off my life and yet i am so proud of how it turned out.

Honorary mention to Growing towards the light, which was a dream to work on and create with my dear sweet friend Lia. there is one braincell between the two of us and it's full of nature facts and dick jokes. and beautiful stories about getting lost in the wilderness and finding yourself along the way. and tent-dick jokes.

Last fic: Wille på Hyllan (T, 13k) aka christmas shenanigans! another collab with my dearest friends which was hilarious to write and so silly and imo an example of one of the greatest perks of being in a fandom: meeting some of the most incredible people ever. also, dick-lights and dick-tomtar and dick-cookies. what more could you want?

~ Fics Read ~

if i tried to go through my history and tell you how many fics i read this year i would never make this post. i'd be here counting and trying to copy links forever. i read hundreds of fics. i enjoyed all of them, thoroughly. i got a lot better at leaving comments (sometimes). i was consistently and repeatedly blown away by the genius brains we have in this little Swedish corner of the internet.

if you are a writer i love you and i give u a kiss on the forehead.

also: i recently made a lil rec list here.

~ Other Stuff? ~

i had two big, busy months this year. three? : May, Wille's month & July, Simon's month i cannot believe i wrote 62 stories in 62 different universes (give or take a few). that's kind of stupid! but oh my god it was so fun!! some of my favs: -> Food, where Wille and Simon meet and embark on a mistakenly booked couples food tour in Barcelona -> Fashion/Style, aka the Met Gala AU aka the thing that turned into something so much bigger than i could have ever imagined. literally i thought people were gonna hate it. so, thank u for not hating it. and for letting it become 15k+ of pwp. -> Secret, friends to lovers RAHHHHHH -> Home (Improvement), aka grumpy home renovator Simon idk i just feel like this should become a full-blown fic one day

and oh boy who can forget about Kinktober from wax kinks in 17th century Italy to desperate love confession in the middle of wildfires to... whatever that was in the confessional (idk, that's between them and God).

2024...

I did some painting: x x I wrote some real weird lil ficlets: x x and I met dozens of incredible people. thank u for liking my stupid rambling posts from 3am and my silly little ficlets and for reading my stories and telling me about your stories and saving me from the Frankfurt airport and yelling with me about stuff thats definitely not in the Bible and sharing your time and space and art and care.

@bigalockwood @hergrandplan @gulliblelemon @saynomorefic @pagegirlintraining @skibasyndrome @sobadbad @impossibleknots @piebingo @theaviatorthatcouldnotfly @misfithive @sillylittleflower @zee-has-commitment-issues @purplehoodiesandclementines @justfriendsbestthings

giving u a big hug. and! this is by no means an exhaustive list. if ur reading this we are bffs. send me a message ok? ok. y'all keep me sane and happy and i am so grateful for you! live love wilmon

[carmenized-onions]

It’s been a little while since you’ve posted on here so I hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself!!! 💖

my darling loves, I'm so sorry

I'VE BEEN SO EMBARRASSED. I HAVEN'T WANTED TO SHOW MY FACE AROUND THIS TOWN BECAUSE I'VE GOT NOTHING TO SHOW FOR MYSELF AFTER TAKING SUCH A LONG TIME AWAY FROM YOU ALL.

I've been. violently busy. in a good way, mostly. One of my jobs is the best job in the world and the other one is such a bitch it makes me scream every day forever.

but i'm also spending time with friends and enjoying life !

My mom also finished her last chemo appointment just a few weeks ago!!! YIPEEE!!!! Her CT Scans look GOOD!! so no chemo for the foreseeable future. She's unfortunately got the type of cancer that doesn't go away, but at the very least, it's MANAGEABLE. And that's a huge win. I'm very very grateful.

I ALSO FOUND A THERAPIST!!! gone to 2 sessions so far. every session she uncovers a new fucked up facet of me and honestly, can anyone else relate to this, it's sort of nice for someone else to look at your life and go like "oh wow. oh wow there's like. there's like so much here." like it feels good to think oh hurray. i'm not crazy. life IS fucked!

MY BROTHER MOVED!!! this took up a lot of my time, honestly. i love him and my nephew and my sister in law dearly. so i spent a long time making their gifts. i'm silly.

OUR CAT GOT SICK!!! HE'S GOT PEE CRYSTALS CAUSE HE'S OLD!!!!! HE'S DOING OKAY NOW THOUGH!! HIS STUPID URINARY FOOD IS SO EXPENSIVE THOUGH!!!

ANYWAYS. those are my major life updates right. So what's with the no chapter happening??

i. hated. the draft i'm working on so much. that i didn't work on it for like. a month.

and then in a haze. i left myself this voice to text note in my notes app as i was falling asleep one night.

then i hated that too. a week passes. perhaps two, actually.

i finally gain the courage one night to read my draft over.

it's actually not bad at all

it's actually pretty good

some scenes definitely need reworking but that's because i need to fully realize some character feelings

I just had really intense writers' block and fatigue, honestly. But i'm finally writing and EXCITED about it, again. I'm pulling that shit up on my commute and writing whenever i can. which makes me really happy. i was not loving the way it felt like a chore, for a minute there.

that said.

100% going to be more realistic with this chapter waiting timeline, and put a 'hiatus' or some sort of 'delays' tracker on my landing page. cause like. i keep saying check back in 2 weeks. and that's not fair to me or you girl. let's keep it real.

i think we're like.... hm... 50-60% there. (i'll update my landing the day after this post, it's late and i'm eepy)

i MIGHT write some blurbs in the mean time, it really depends. i keep having ideas and then they blink out of existence. perhaps send ideas. i might do something with them.

BUT YES I AM OKAY AND ALIVE. My silence came from a LOT of life stuff getting in the way and also a lot of honestly embarrassment. i hate coming out here over and over and being like haha. i've got nothing <3

but i know that y'all will understand, and i need to trust in y'all's patience more. and i'm GONNA!!!

gonna try to start up my 'answering one ask a day' trend again. except wednesdays. i work late on wednesdays so fuck that. but perhaps all the other days you'll hear from me.

alright. i'm going to shut up now. was any of this coherent? i don't know. thank you for listening!! i missed you dearly!!

[blckbarbiedoll]

Million Dollar Baby

Chapter 4-Advantage, Zweig

CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT (fingering, p in v sex, kissing, etc.)

September 12, 2007-Stanford, California

"I missed you." Tashi said as she took a bite of her food.

"I missed you too. I'm gonna try to come visit more."

"So, what've you been up to?" Art asked. "Ya know, besides being the best tennis player in the world?"

"Definitely not the best. Maybe second best." You joked.

"Oh, come on. You're fucking phenomenal. You've won two grand slams and you're going to the Olympics at 19. You have an Adidas brand deal."

Tashi's demeanor changed. She looked a mix between annoyed and sad. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

"Guess what." You asked.

"What?"

"I ran into Patrick at the U.S. open."

They both paused their actions for a moment and looked at each other.

"Cool." Tashi responded.

"You can't avoid him forever. I know he misses you guys."

"Come on. We're gonna be late for the movie." Art stood up, changing the subject.

🎾

"We should do something over the summer." You suggested.

Art's arm was wrapped around your waist as the three of you walked into the campus.

"What about Florida?"

"Babe, you can go to Florida anytime. Let's go somewhere tropical."

"Well, when you win the Olympics next year, we can go somewhere to celebrate."

"I'm definitely not gonna win. I'm just happy I qualified."

"You're definitely gonna win. And I'm gonna be watching on tv cheering you on."

You rolled your eyes and kissed him softly. Once you got into the school and into the elevator, you parted ways with him.

"I'll meet up with you later. I'm gonna hang out with Tashi for a bit."

"I'll miss you."

"I'll send you a post card from the other side of the campus." You both walked into her room and you flopped onto the bed. "You okay?" You asked her. "You've barely said a word since we walked out the theater."

"What's your goal here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you tryna get back at me for something?"

"Tashi, what're you talking about?"

"It seems like lately all you've been doing is bragging about your perfect little boyfriend, and your perfect little career, and your perfect little life."

"Are you jealous?" You stood up.

"Yeah. I guess I'm fucking jealous. Jealous of the life that should've been mine."

"What?"

"I spent my entire life trying to get where you are. I worked, and I sacrificed, and I busted my ass for what I have. You didn't even want this!" Tears fell down her face as she walked closer to you. 

"Look, I'm sorry you got hurt. I really am. But that's not my fault and you don't have to take it out on me."

"It should be me going to the Olympics! It should be me with Art!"

"Art? So now this is about you wanting my boyfriend?"

"You're traveling most of the year! He doesn't need someone like that! He needs someone who can be there for him!"

"You intolerable bitch." You scoffed. "When you're done projecting your insecurities onto me, let me know."

"Sometimes I wish you got hurt instead of me."

Your jaw clenched and you felt your eyes begin to water.

"Patrick was right about you." You opened the door and hesitated a minute before opening it. "The worst part is even after all this, I'll probably still love you." You walked out and made your way to Art's dorm. You wiped your tears away before you knocked, not wanting him to worry.

"Hey. That was quick."

"Hey, I'm gonna leave a few days early, okay?" You walked in and set your suitcase on the bed.

"What? You just got here last night."

"I know. I just think I should go now." You shoved your stuff into the bag, avoiding eye contact with him.

He grabbed your hand to stop you from packing. 

"Slow down. Are you crying? Did something happen?"

You wiped your face again and pulled your hand away.

"Tashi and I had a fight."

"But you guys'll be okay, right?"

"I don't think so." You took a deep breath. "I also think we should take a break."

"A break? Did I do something?"

"No, Art." You grabbed his hands. "You didn't do anything. I just need a little time. Between just coming from the U.S. open, organizing the brand deal, training for the Olympics, and now this fight, it's just too much. But I love you so much. I just need some time."

"How much time?"

"I don't know. But I'm always gonna love you. Okay?"

"Yeah. Okay."

You gathered the rest of your belongings and hugged him goodbye. You kissed his cheek and headed towards the door.

"I love you, Art."

"I love you too."

🎾FOUR YEARS LATER🎾

You waited anxiously by the door, waiting for a knock. After pacing back and forth for twenty minutes, you heard the sound you had been waiting for.

"Hey, Pat." You smiled as you pulled him into a hug.

"Hey, beautiful. Nice room. I mean, The Ritz? The Adidas money came in, I see."

"Thanks." You laughed and led him inside. "Do you want a drink? I made the dinner reservation for 8:00."

"Sure."

You grabbed two beers and sat on the sofa. You patted the spot next to you, signaling for him to sit.

"So, tell me what you've been up to." You took a sip.

"Uh, well, I still haven't won a slam."

"You'll get there. It's almost a new year."

"What about you? Gonna be a two time olympic gold medalist."

"I might not win."

"You will."

"Maybe."

"For sure."

You laughed and set your beer on the coffee table before scooting closer to him.

"You seeing anyone?" You asked him.

"Nah. Ya know how it goes. They always wanna come, but they never wanna stay."

"They're idiots then. Any girl or guy would be lucky to have you."

"You got a boyfriend?"

"No."

"Girlfriend?"

"I've just been keeping to myself since Art and I broke up."

"What happened?"

"I just needed a break." You sighed. "But, c'est la vie." You shrugged.

"Ayesha?"

"Hm?"

"Why'd you invite me to your hotel?"

"I heard you were in town, and I had the night off."

"We haven't talked in four years. Why now?"

"I missed you, Patrick."

"You missed me?"

"Am I not allowed to miss my friend?"

"Is that what we were?"

"We were both taken, so yeah. That's what we were."

"And what about now?"

"I think...the night is still young. Who knows what could happen."

"Huh." He smirked as his arm draped over the back of the couch. "You wanna know something?"

"Sure."

"Sometimes I wish that I had gotten your number instead of Tashi's."

"Well, you have my number now."

"I do."

You smiled and leaned in to press your lips against his. He held onto your waist to pull you closer to him. You grabbed Patrick's hand and led him to the bedroom.

"I missed you so much." He whispered while he was urgently taking your clothes off. He kicked his shoes off and lifted his shirt over his head. "I think about that night at the hotel a lot." He said while unzipping your romper. "I regretted not fucking you that night for years."

"Well, now's your chance." You kissed him roughly as your hands made work of his pants buttons. 

You pulled your romper down and tossed it onto the floor. He did the same with his jeans before picking you up and carrying you to your bed. He set you down and started to kiss your neck. Your hand went down to rub his dick through his boxers.

"Fuck." He groaned as his fingers slipped under your panties. "You're so wet for me already." 

"Patrick." You sighed as two of his fingers entered you, his thumb circling your clit.

His fingers continuously pumped in and out while he marked up your neck and chest. Your hand grabbed his bicep and squeezed it as the pleasure became too much to handle. 

"That feels good, doesn't it?"

"Oh my god, yes."

"I've been waiting for years to touch you." He kissed the spot right under your ear. "To make you cum."

"Oh, fuck." You groaned.

"You gonna cum for me?" He whispered into your neck.

"Yeah." Your nails dug into his skin as he moved his thumb faster. "Shit!" You cried out as you came around his fingers. 

He slowly pulled them out and brought them to his lips. "You taste so good."

You flipped him over so that you were on top of him. He helped you pull your panties down and you threw your bra onto the floor. You hovered so that he could get his boxers off. He kissed you while your hand went down to slowly stroke him. You lined your hips up with his and sank down onto him.

"Shit." He groaned. He held onto your hips while you rocked back and forth.

"You feel so good." You moaned against his lips.

The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin and heavy breathing. You knew neither of you would last much longer. He moved his hand down to rub your clit.

"Art said you were good, but fuck, I didn't know you'd be this good."

"You talked about me?" You asked as you continued to move your hips.

"Yeah. He used to call me and I'd ask about you. He didn't tell me everything, but the little he did had me hard as a fucking rock."

"Did you jerk off while thinking about me?"

"Fuck." He sighed. "Yeah."

"That's so fucking hot."

He took the opportunity to copy you and flipped you over. He started thrusting into you while looking into your eyes.

"You're close again, aren't you?" He asked. You nodded, which made him smirk. "Words, baby. Lemme hear you."

"Yeah. I'm close."

"Me too. Where do you want it?"

"Inside."

"You sure?"

"I have an IUD. Please, Patrick, I want you to cum inside me."

He cursed under his breath and rubbed your clit faster as he felt himself letting go. You threw your head back against the bed as you finished with him. He rested his head in the crook of your neck while you both caught your breaths.

"Tashi was right." You spoke.

"Huh?"

"You do have a big dick."

You both laughed and laid together, basking in the afterglow.

[hey-heigo]

Chapter 32

second chapter of da year...like a full month later

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

sorry this took so long! what i thought was carpal tunnel turned out to be frostbite and also the world ended in my head

i can't promise a proper posting schedule for the next few months but i'll try to find the time to write

@digitaldollsworld heart emotes forever

Content warning tags: descriptions of blood (typical Danganronpa trial stuff), nonlinear pacing (there will be flashbacks between the trial and Makoto's side of the investigation)

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Makoto stares intently at Kyoko, trying to catch her reaction to his words, every minute detail. It’s not easy, not with how his sweaty hands slip where they clutch to the wooden rail, or the way his pulse roars in his ears.

For just a flicker of an instant, she looks surprised. Eyes widening, the corners of her mouth tightening and turning down in a brief, contemplative frown. But it’s gone just as quickly, face resettling into neutrality with, maybe, just a little bit of anger, in how her eyes are narrowed just a little more than usual.

“Explain.” She says, and was her voice sharper than normal? He can’t tell, and glancing at Hina, Sakura, and Hiro also doesn’t yield any clues. Each of them are watching Kyoko with a singular, anxious focus, the tension palpable.

Makoto coughs to clear the nervous knot in his throat. There was a weird energy in this trial, different from the ones previous. The first trial, he’d been caught up in grief in shock, clumsily fumbling through the evidence he’d picked up, following Kyoko’s cues. The second trial, he had a better handle on things - still nervous, but with a clear goal keeping him alert and concentrated - though that had quickly given away to guilt and remorse.

This time, the guilt was here from the start, sitting like a knife stabbed in his belly. Kyoko was going to be pissed at him, and there wasn’t anything he could do to avoid that - if anything, everything he was going to do was going to make her angry, if not outright hate him. He wouldn’t be able to blame her for that, but…

But, he also had a right to know. Everyone had a right to know. And if this was going to clear the air for the future, then he was going to have to do it now.

“We…we have the basic facts of the case to start off with, right?” He starts, haltingly. “We know the murder weapon that was used on Celeste was a hammer, found next to where Mondo was lying. We also know Mondo was stabbed by a sharp object, and a pair of bloodied scissors were found in Celeste’s hand-”

“But I believe I said that it was improbable for those scissors to have been used to kill Mondo?” She says, and he winces at how she sounds way harsher than normal.

He’s saved by Sakura. “Improbable, but not impossible.” The fighter says bluntly, arms crossed over her chest. “You pointed out the blood smeared on the entire length of the blade wasn’t consistent with the depth of the stab wounds, but that assumes that the blood was only on the blade due to entering the body. Blood splatter, or the way it was then hidden in her sleeve, could have also smeared the blood to reach that point.”

The brief flash of irritation that crosses Kyoko’s face was enough to dig the knife a little deeper into his gut, so he continues quickly. “Um, anyways - assuming that the scissors are the murder weapon, it's…pretty easy to assume that Celeste and Mondo killed each other, really.”

“Really? With their corpses on opposite sides of the room?”

“Hey, it’s totally possible that Mondo crawled over to the other side!” Hiro speaks up, chest puffing before withering immediately under the scowl Kyoko sends his way. “I-I mean…he wasn’t dead when we found him at first, right? So…”

“The blood smear from his body does imply that he crawled some distance, but it wasn’t very far, and it wouldn’t have nearly been enough to justify Celeste being found leaning against the opposite wall.”

“Then maybe she moved there herself!” Hina interjects, fists clenched. She matches Kyoko’s stare with a glare of her own, fierce and determined. “We don’t know for sure if she died instantly, right? So it’s totally possible that she walked over there before dying!”

“With the amount of blood found pooled on her body, it seems hard to believe that she didn’t leave any kind of clear blood trail between where she and Mondo were found.”

“Th-that doesn’t mean it’s impossible!”

There’s a sharp click, and Makoto jumps a bit at the sound - but it’s Byakuya, arms crossed. “So much of this seems to be relying on speculation.” He says coldly. His face is pinched into a contemplative frown, his hand reaching up to tap against his temple before just as suddenly dropping back down. “Surely this isn’t all the evidence you’ve gathered?”

There’s an unspoken insult implied in that question, a silent ‘is this all you managed, in the time since we left?’ Makoto glances quickly at the others, but thankfully, none of them had noticed it - or they were ignoring it, which was just as fine.

“We…did find this.” And he reaches into his pocket for the audio recorder.

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When they’d first found the recorder that had been tucked into Mondo’s pocket, they were silent for a long moment after listening to its contents.

It wasn’t just out of shock, though Hiro did look pretty queasy, and Makoto was dealing with some kind of weird, internal vertigo after feeling his heart drop to his stomach like a sack of bricks. But also because the recorder hadn’t been hidden particularly well - in Mondo’s back pocket, on his right side - and it had practically fallen into Hiro’s hand the moment he went to shift him, intending to try and wrap a sheet around his body.

Even though no one said anything, Makoto knew their thoughts were unanimous. Something this incriminating, this obvious, and Kyoko hadn’t found it?

Sakura had slowly unclenched her hands, taking a long, slow breath. “Makoto.” She said, and he’d flinched, already having an inkling of what she was going to say. “We can’t ignore this any longer.”

He’d braced himself for it, but Sakura’s words still hit like a punch to the chest, making it dizzyingly hard to breathe for a moment. His hand tightened on the recorder enough for the plastic edge to dig into his skin.

“It’s probably not what it looks like,” He said, but the words sounded pretty pathetic, even to himself. “Maybe she really did just…miss it, or something. By accident.”

“Even so, that’s still…” Hiro’s foot jiggled a nervous pattern against the floor. “Kyoko has been acting weird, right? Like it’s not just me?”

“It was pretty weird when she took Byakuya, Hifumi and Toko with her,” Hina agreed. She looked furious, though Makoto wasn’t totally sure why - just that the look had come over her when Kyoko was investigating, and hadn’t fully left since. “I mean, for all she was talking about efficiency, I can’t see how it’s more efficient to drag Byakuya back and forth! His ankles were all messed up!”

So Makoto hadn’t been imagining the limp Byakuya had been walking with, the glimpse of a white bandage under his pants leg, the way he couldn’t seem to keep weight on either foot for too long. He tamped down the little flare of anger at that realization - right now, he was supposed to be defending Kyoko, not getting pointlessly angry. And Byakuya could take care of himself.

(Could he? A voice asked in his head, which Makoto pointedly ignored.)

“Right?” Hiro nodded. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her actually do anything for someone, much less volunteer to take someone to the nurse’s office.” And his words were another blow. “Though, I guess she didn’t volunteer, it was more like making Hifumi do it, which…”

He trailed off. They were all thinking the same thing, regarding Hifumi being in that close proximity to a girl. They all knew how he acted around Celeste, after all.

Makoto didn’t want to suspect Kyoko. But she was also the one who told him to think objectively, to look at evidence and fact instead of sentiments while he was still grieving over Sayaka’s murder. To focus only on what was in front of him instead of clinging to the idea that he could trust anyone here.

How ironic, he thought bitterly, as he closed his eyes and dug his knuckles against his brow, the recorder tapping against his forehead. Too many things are adding up.

He must have been quiet for too long, because there was a sudden, gentle hand on his back, and he glanced up to see Hina crouched next to him. “Sorry, man,” She said quietly. “This is…probably harder on you than the rest of us, huh.”

“...It’s fine.” He tucked the recorder into his pocket, before he could break it with how much he was fidgeting. But having his hands empty also felt wrong, so he picked at a sliver of skin that’s beginning to curl up, at the corner of his thumb.

He had a feeling about it since Kyoko left them, but now her absence was stark and unavoidable. Without her, he felt - untethered, and not in a good way. Directionless. A balloon let go by a careless kid.

He glanced at the others, still standing around him, watching with varying looks of concern and sympathy. But it wasn’t enough to cover up the expectation, the tense, waiting air for their next move. Like he was the leader, or something, and that had put an even worse taste in his mouth.

I’m not Kyoko. He didn’t know how to split his emotions and rationality like she did. Even right now, he was still grappling with Mondo’s and Celeste’s death, Byakuya’s near-murder, and the revelations of the audio recording they had just uncovered. He couldn’t give direction like she could - he wasn’t sure he even wanted to try.

So instead, he’d stood up, turned to face the others fully, and asked: “What should we do?”

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“Shut up.”

Mondo’s voice, a low, hollow growl, crackles and buzzes out of the audio recorder. Twisted with the grief he hadn’t been able to shake since Taka’s death, but unmistakable.

“I’m surprised,” Byakuya’s voice follows after a pause, clearer than Mondo’s, enough so that Makoto could discern how it was stilted with fear, even with the slight undercurrent of static. “I didn’t think you still had it in you-”

His voice is cut off by a sharp, sudden gasp, and then a deafening splash - a roaring explosion, gunshot loud in comparison - and then, nothing by heavy, labored breathing, before it clicks into silence.

Kyoko looks stunned, eyes wide and staring at the little device in Makoto’s hand. And then she catches him staring, and composes herself in an instant.

“I see. So that’s the basis for your verdict.” She says smoothly, settling a hand against her chin as she thinks. Makoto scans her face, desperately searching for anything, a sign of nervousness, a flicker of relief - but nothing.

“Yeah. It is.” Hina says, and she sounds almost accusatory. “It’s kind of surprising that you didn’t find it before us, actually.”

“I didn’t have time to search the room very thoroughly.” She replies, and it doesn’t escape Makoto that the way she said that left no clear suggestion that she did know about the audio recorder in the first place.

“It was found on Mondo’s body, actually.” The glare Hina is wearing could set houses on fire, but Kyoko doesn’t even flinch. “It wasn’t even hidden or anything. So it’s kinda weird you missed it entirely, you know?”

That gets a reaction. Her brow furrows, her left hand twitching almost imperceptibly. Almost.

The tiny, flinching motion digs into Makoto’s brain, making him frown. He has the feeling he’s forgotten something, but whatever it is rests on the tip of his tongue and refuses to make itself clear.

“...I’m not perfect,” Is what she finally says, as noncommittal and generic an answer as she could have hoped to give. “And I was rushing. Though judging from how you presented this, I’m assuming that this simple explanation won’t cut it?”

“It doesn’t.” Sakura replies frostily. Makoto really hopes he’s imagining the quiet hostility radiating off of her - no, Kyoko has blinked and glanced away, so probably not - “If you have any protests against what we’ve found, you’re welcome to speak up and counter it.”

And Makoto silently begs, prays that Kyoko does do that, that she lays out exactly what evidence they missed and what evidence she found and creates a timeline that perfectly maps who the killer is, and they can all stop suspecting each other and things can - not fix themselves, but get better, start moving more towards group collaboration rather than this ‘every man for themself’ attitude that Byakuya and Kyoko are so intent on following, to their own detriments.

Instead, her eyes turn to him, pale and narrow and snakelike, and she says: “This isn’t everything you found, is it.” It’s not a question.

He doesn’t even try to lie. He thinks about it though, but it’d probably be futile. Kyoko was always uncannily good at seeing through people, especially him - or maybe just him, as he focuses his gaze on a particularly interesting whorl in the wood flooring in front of her. “It’s…not.”

“Then?” Byakuya says, clipped and irritated. “Is there a reason behind this tangent?”

There’s a grimace on his face, like this is the same level as an unexpectedly bad cup of coffee in terms of annoying things to him, but Makoto doesn’t miss the nervous edge creeping into his voice, the way his fingers twitch against his elbow.

“Even disregarding the fact that you’ve been withholding evidence,” And Makoto does his best not to cringe too noticeably, that knife of guilt doing an especially vicious twist at that. “Everything feels far too convenient to be wrapped up so cleanly. Furthermore, it seems that despite what everyone has been saying, they’ve been thinking something else.” This time, Hiro is the one who flinches, perpetually bad at keeping a poker face as Byakuya hits the bullseye. “It’s not Mondo you’re all suspicious of, but Kyoko, isn’t it?”

As he says that, all pomp and snark, he shifts his weight onto the opposite leg, leaning his hip gingerly against the railing. Bracing his hands against the wood surface, the sleeves of his ill-fitting jacket riding up for just a moment, revealing a flash of white-

Makoto registers the sight of it, and feels some last, thinning thread of control stretch, pull, and break.

“So what if it is!” He hears himself snap before he can even think it, and the knife does some kind of weird corkscrew maneuver as both Kyoko and Byakuya look to him, one with eyes very sharp, the other with eyes…just as sharp, actually, but it’s kind of hard to tell with how he’s usually squinting. And this is really the worst way to go about this, and he feels regret already settling in him, making him break in a cold sweat, making his breath come in short, stuttered breaths, painful and dizzying - but he’s already started talking, so - “Kyoko, you’re clearly smart enough to know that we don’t really believe in this idea that Mondo was responsible for everything! You’re always dragging me around and making me look at things that you’ve already found! So why can’t you start talking first for once?!”

For once, she looks genuinely stunned. Dumbstruck, staring at him like he’s grown two heads. He’d find it more intriguing if he didn't also feel like he was about to be sick all over the floor.

(“Ooh, dramaa!” Monokuma sings in the background, which really, really was not helping with Makoto’s urge to puke at all.)

“He’s right!” Hina shouts, taking over for him, and he can’t decide if he’s grateful for that or not - “Every trial so far, it’s always been you making Makoto talk for you - don’t think we haven’t noticed it!”

“That is-” Kyoko hesitates, blinking. For a moment she’s almost unrecognizable, not stalwart or calm but - just like the rest of them - unsure and maybe, just a little afraid, or at least Makoto thinks so. “I…have my own reasons-”

“You’ve also been acting strangely during this investigation,” Sakura says, words calm and simmering with the promise of a threat. “Despite the emphasis placed on investigation, you made Makoto take over investigating the art room - a crucial place in this crime - while you insisted that Toko go to the nurse’s office, and then made Hifumi carry her. I can’t imagine that would factor well into your need for efficiency.”

“Listen-”

“You-! I also thought it was pretty weird that you made Byakuya go with you!” Hiro jumps in, pointing an accusatory finger. “I mean, there’s no way you didn’t know he was injured! Even I could tell!”

“I’m not an invalid,” Byakuya replies sharply, and Hiro closes his mouth with a snap. “And she only took me along because she wanted to hear my testimony before the trial began. I wouldn’t have gone if I didn’t think it wasn’t going to be important.” His glare turns to Makoto, vicious and accusatory, and Makoto looks hurriedly away. “Is there a reason why you want to waste our time here?”

“It’s not wasting time, we- I mean-” He swallows, earlier bravado totally drained. “That is…I, think, if we’re going to - to keep working together, we need to…lay everything out. No more secrets.” He avoids looking at Kyoko too, though he can feel her staring bullet holes into him.

“And you thought this was important enough to bring up now, during a trial-”

“Yes, I do! Because at the rate we’re going, this isn’t going to be the last trial!” Byakuya flinches back a little at that, and, whoops, Makoto must have been yelling and he hadn’t even noticed; he quickly reels back. “I…I know it’s going to be hard, but…” God, he hates this. But he can’t leave it up to the others, not when he was the one who knows her best. “Kyoko, we don’t know anything about you. Not your talent, not what you’re doing every day…We don’t even know what you were doing before breakfast this morning.”

Understanding clicks on her face, and she resettles into her usual, neutral look. “I see. So in terms of alibi and possible motive, you’ve identified me.” And she looks at Byakuya. “Which one do you think I am responsible for? Mondo’s death? Celeste’s murder? Or maybe, it was the failed attempt to drown Byakuya?” She turns her gaze back on the rest of them. “Or maybe, it was all three?”

She says it all so casually, like this was just another thing for her to pick apart and analyze. No spite, no sarcasm - with how her hand taps against her chin, she could just be thinking out loud to herself. It’s kind of off-putting, and Makoto can see some of the others looking especially disturbed, Hina taking a step away, Hiro’s fidgeting getting more noticeable. Hifumi flinches so hard his glasses nearly fall off.

After a moment, Kyoko looks up again, eyes centering on him like a target. And he feels a shiver, icy and electric, run down his spine in response, at all the rage that she wasn’t putting into her words or gestures, darting between them like a static shock.

“All I have to do is explain why I’m not guilty, right?” She leans forward, one hand resting against the bannister, the other sitting on her hip. “Fine, then. Where should I start?”

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Byakuya feels a now-familiar pang of jealousy, watching Kyoko settle into her role as the defendant with a grace he couldn’t hope to match. A complete sureness that he wishes he had, back during the last trial when it had been him who was being accused.

There are a lot of things that he’s envious of, actually, as he takes stock of the situation. The atmosphere is…not calmer, per se, but more controlled, less lost to emotion, and Kyoko had actually been afforded the opportunity to investigate on her own. Already, several major points working towards her favor.

On top of that, it didn’t seem that anyone believed she was truly the culprit. Or at least, the only evidence they had was circumstantial at best, and they were all aware of it. It seemed that they had learned from the last trial as well, which was - a good thing, he supposes, though it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

“I will say right now, I will only discuss the information that is relevant to this trial.” She starts, clipped and cold and leaving no room for argument, and he’s almost certain this is directed mostly at Makoto. “I won’t answer any questions that won’t make us any progress. I’ll only consider answering those after the trial, and only if I think I can answer them at all.”

“How cryptic of you.” Byakuya mutters under his breath, even as Makoto stutters out a flustered “O-okay.” The others make similar sounds of agreement.

“In that case, I’ll start with my alibi. This morning, before breakfast, I’d woken up an hour prior, and was investigating the A/V room on the first floor. However, this cannot be verified by anyone here, and so I doubt this alone will be a satisfying enough testament to my innocence.”

“Noo, not every-one!” Monokuma chimes in. “I’ve got eyes everywhere, baby! I’m like corn but with cameras!”

“Then, will you verify my testimony?”

“Hmm…” The bear crosses its arms and rocks side-to-side, thinking. “Nope! A teacher shouldn’t get in the way of their students’ growth! And if I make a habit out of freebies, I’ll lose my reputation! After all-”

“As I thought,” Kyoko continues, cutting Monokuma off completely and leaving the bear to sputter indignantly in the background. “When I left the A/V room. breakfast had already started for the rest of you, and I joined Makoto, Hiro, and Hina in the cafeteria. There was no one in the hallway who I noticed who might be able to support this claim.

“However, I’m not the only one. Hifumi has yet been unaccounted for during this time, no? As was Sakura and Toko.”

Several of the named parties splutter and shout, and Byakuya winces at the cacophony, the irritating baying. “H-How dare you! A-aren’t you just shh-shifting attention off of yourself!?” Toko is shrieking, while Hifumi stammers out: “I-I was i-in my room! Working! Honest!”

Hina, surprisingly, is the loudest of all: “Sakura was in the girls’ exercise room - which you’d know if you weren’t so secretive!” She snarls, with surprising vehemence. “She works out every morning, and I walked with her over there before going to breakfast.”

“But you didn’t go swimming this morning?” Kyoko tilts her head, as if surprised. “Or were you aware that the pool was going to be…occupied?”

“You-!”

Byakuya’s not sure what she’s trying to achieve with this. Tempers were being needlessly riled, and he can tell Hiro was leaning over desperately to keep Hina from jumping over Mondo’s empty stand at the other girl. On Kyoko’s other side, Sakura seemingly hasn’t moved a muscle, and Byakuya sincerely hopes that she really was as calm as she appeared to him.

“...Neither me nor Hina went to the pool this morning. The only evidence we have for that is our own testimonies, which may not be considered reliable.” Sakura says, and Byakuya sighs in relief that she sounds the same as ever. “Though, I see how a lack of a working alibi implicates more than half of us.”

“I imagine in my case, however, the lack of a clear alibi is especially concerning. ‘Guilty until proven innocent’ is the norm in this justice system, isn’t it?”

“Hm. I would appreciate it if you didn’t purposefully stir things up, though.”

“...I’ll keep that in mind.”

Even with the edge of a threat in Sakura’s voice, Kyoko still seems level-headed, composed and in control in a way Byakuya hadn’t been, and he tamps down that flare of envy again.

“U-um…” Hifumi’s quavering voice speaks up. “I…was in my room. I was working on storyboarding my anime, y’know. I-I only went to the art room afterwards to use some supplies I didn’t have on me.”

“Why not just work on it in the art room?” Hiro asks.

“Th-the art room doesn’t have good acoustics! And I wanted to listen to my recorded voice lines in their best quality!”

“Alright, enough.” Byakuya waves him off, irritated. “Then, I suppose that only leaves one person left. Toko?”

The way Fukawa’s head snaps up to him at the sound of her name is revolting. This is probably the first time he’s addressed her directly since the last trial - all too soon, in his opinion, but dire times called for dire measures. “Well? Your alibi.”

She mumbles something unintelligible, punctuated with something far too breathy and excited before saying: “I-I was looking for you…”

Of course she was. He’s not sure what he should’ve been expecting - can’t this girl do anything productive besides haunt him? “Be specific. You can do that much, can’t you?”

“Hmm, I guess?” She giggles in a sing-song. Her hands reach up to paw at her braids - no, he belatedly realizes that she doesn’t have her braids anymore - instead, her pale fingers sink into dark hair, cropped short and uneven and fraying around her head. An inverted, half-formed halo. “Y-you re-eally wanna know?”

“Out with it already.” He grits through his teeth. “Or are we supposed to assume that you were the one responsible in this trial?”

Her hands drop from her hair, moving down to fist in her skirt instead. “F-fine,” She spits, irritated and unhappy. “I-I went to wait outside your door a-a little before breakfast, but y-you never showed, and you w-weren’t in the cafeteria or on the first floor. So I went t-to check the l-library and saw your k-key outside the boys’ exercise room, and from there w-went into the pool.”

So that was how she’d gotten hands on his room key. He supposes he should be grateful it was her who found it and not anyone else - other than Makoto, she was the only one who probably would’ve taken the key as a sign to seek him out immediately. Though it was disturbing to know that she’d gone to wait for him before breakfast - he’d actually gotten up much earlier than usual with the sole intent of avoiding her, and the fact that they probably missed each other by minutes was…not comforting.

Now wasn’t the time to dwell on it, however. “And it seems there’s no one who can confirm or deny this.” Kyoko says, less a question than just a statement.

“N-no, of course not.” She lets out an ugly snort. “I-it’s fine though. I d-don’t want to k-kill you, or d-die, or anything anymore…t-there can only be one b-blackened, after all.”

So her obsession hasn’t died. He clicks his tongue audibly at that, loud enough that he’s sure she’s heard, though there’s no indication if she did. It would’ve been nice if, after almost being done in and reduced to what he is now, Toko could have lost some interest. A foolish hope, but it would’ve been preferable to whatever her obsession had developed into instead.

He wants to tell her she’s insane if she thinks that he wants anything to do with her, regardless of if she was responsible for saving him, but Kyoko was speaking again. “Toko. How many pairs of scissors does Syo usually carry?”

“W-what?!” She jerks so hard that Byakuya swears he can hear threads snap from where her hands are wrapped in her skirt. “I-I don’t know! W-why are you a-asking about h-her?!”

“From previous cases, it seems that each victim was pinned with the same number of scissors. Given the repetition of a perfect pattern, it seems that Syo tries to maintain consistency for each of her crimes - it’s not unlikely that that extends to the tools she uses. Would you happen to know if she carries the same number at all times?”

Each word is chosen carefully, creating a clear separation between Fukawa and Syo. A distinction that makes Fukawa visibly relax, shoulders slumping. “I think so? I mean, sh-she o-only uses th-the same number i-in all her…killings…a-and the case can only hold s-so many at a t-time.”

“I see, that’s a good point. Thank you.” And Fukawa flushes a little at the small bit of praise, her usual pallor blotching unevenly. “Can I ask you to check how many are in her carrying case right now?” Kyoko continues on, patiently.

There’s something off-putting about this whole thing. The way Kyoko, despite being forced into this position by Makoto’s insistence and the others’ suspicion, had so easily assumed control. She was no less exonerated, but - she was handling things well, she was communicating clearly, and everything she did felt - calculated. Premeditated. Even the parts where she seemed to have been purposefully provoking tempers, which only further begged the question:

If she could do all this, why leave everything up to Makoto?

“U-um…four. Four of them.” Fukawa says, after a moment of rustling and clinking metal. She’d been so mollified that she’d forgotten to even complain, which was a miracle in and of itself. “A-and the case is almost f-full, so…”

“Then that goes to show that I was not the one who placed Syo’s scissors on Celeste’s body.” And she reaches into her jacket to pull out a dark brown pouch, its silver contents clacking against each other as she lays it out in front of her. “This is the pouch I confiscated from Syo last time, and it contains five pairs. In combination with the fact that it would be a logical fallacy if I had placed those there, and then immediately found them and identified them as not being the murder weapon, is this enough to clear me?”

The response is…chaotic. Mostly due to Fukawa, shrieking with rage - “Y-you tricked me!”, pointing a pale, trembling hand in Kyoko’s direction - but also the shock from the other onlookers. Monokuma is squealing with delight, Hina is shouting, “Why - you couldn’t say this earlier?!” And Hifumi is whimpering fast enough to almost be considered hyperventilating.

Through it all, Makoto is staring at her. Probably dumbstruck, probably betrayed; even though he’s never truly seen it, Byakuya could almost imagine it, the slack, wide-eyed look of anguish on his face.

The rush of envy that makes his heart clench is familiar now, but he nearly topples over with the unexpected force of it, the frustration of it all. He doesn’t like wishing for pointless things - better to take action and achieve it than to daydream aimlessly - but at this moment, he wants nothing more than to swap his and Kyoko’s places.

“...Okay. Okay, yeah.” Makoto says at last, quiet, but - not quite defeated, to Byakuya’s surprise. “If that’s the case. Then what’s your take on the art room? What evidence are you hiding from us?”

“I’ve never purposefully hid evidence from any of you. I’ve delayed revealing them to ensure a cleaner progression of the trials, but I’ve always revealed my hand in the end.” She replies, and she sounds like she’s smiling. “After all this, you still want me to continue?” “Please,” And Byakuya feels something in his chest twist again, feels that irrational want rear its head - he’s not sure how he knows, but somehow, Makoto sounds like he’s smiling too. “I’ll leave it all up to you.”

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[anulithots]

Ooh...So excited when I know that you are now a fan of Link Click, too.... Can I ask something from Link Click? What do you think are Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? Sorry if you've answered these questions before.....

P.s

Also, can I ask your top fav characters and fav moments from the series (Link Click), if you don't mind me asking (again)....? Thanks so much....

KLDKJfdskj THANK YOU FOR THE ASK! I had answered it, wanted to save it for further thoughts... then tumblr wiped the post.

THENNN THIS SAT IN MY DRAFTS FOR WAY TOO LONG

I cry. Sorry this took so long!

BUT I Did handwrite some stuff down, so here we go!

(Just a note that while I proabably will analyze link click - how could I not - I won't try to do as much analysis as I did with Jujutsu Kaisen... because... well I did too much. Maybe burnt myself out? I hyper analyzed that to the point where it became another school subject... and LInk Click actually SHOWS backstory, so I don't' have to connect as many dots. )

CHeng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang's strengths and weaknesses.

Cheng Xiaoshi: he's empathetic, but so much so that it turns into impulsive decisions. Other than that, when he does have space and time to process his emotions, he's INCREDIBLY good at strategizing based on the factors of the environment + the emotions of those involved (Lu Guang will follow rules without being as adaptive)

Overall, I'd describe the Cheng Xiaoshi emotion pipeline to be this:

gets overwhelmed with strong emotions, especially when possessing someone or in a high stakes situation. In this state, he'll do reckless, impulsive decisions, oftentimes for the good of others... but he usually regrets it later

CXS has more time to sit with and process his emotions. He usually withdraws from the world at this time. (Post episode five, or after diving into the photo on his own, when he thought Lu Guang was dead)

He does his whole 'I have a plan thing' and it's ridiculously smart. He just needs time (and lots of it) to process his emotions.

Cheng Xiaoshi is also almost.. too trusting. He trusts others, empathizes with them, so easily feels and assimilates himself with others that he'll... probably get taken advantage of. (See season two)

He also clings to the people he has. This is neither a strength nor a weakness... it's both, it's a trait, and it will become either beneficial or a detriment depending on the situation, as is the case with a lot of character traits. The plot tests the flaws and benefits of a character. (Sorry small tangent)

CXS tries to prevent the same pain of loss from befalling anyone else/ people he possesses. He fears being alone (probably also feeds into his 'too trusting' + relies on Lu Guang thing. Neither are inherently flaws) and perhaps part of the reason he is so impulsive is because his parents left him so suddenly. He gets so stressed because he has to help them/save them, and he must do so immediately, before they leave him forever.

(See I'm analyzing but I'm having trouble with fitting CXS into the overall themes... hmmm.. I'll figure it out.)

EDIT: I HAVE THOUGHTS, I THINK I FIGURED IT OUT... MAYBE I SHALL LET THE THOUGHTS MARINATE MORE!!

Lu Guang:

I'm not sure if he restrains his emotions, has subdued ones, or if whenever he's around CXS he can act more 'low energy' because CXS is... a lot. /aff

(See Lu Guang sitting on the couch differences from when CXS is there versus when CXS is in a dive

Versus when he's alone:

*feet on the table*

*bouncing his foot*)

He acts like he's the level headed one, but he's far from it. Even in season one, especially in episode five (when he took a risk and it ended up backfiring on CXS) he can and will freak out the moment something doesn't go according to plan. And who often doesn't go according to plan?

Cheng Xiaoshi.

Lu Guang does his very best to... prevent against this. He means well. Pretty much every moment he's on screen is him trying to protect CXS.

He does keep secrets, but overall, I think he isss pretty open about what he thinks and feels (except for when it comes to CXS to his face... he'll gladly talk about it to Qiao Ling). In... I think it was episode six, he openly told Cheng Xiaoshi his reasoning for going back in time to deliver the messages in episode four... to alleviate the client (and prove to himself that it is possible) of regret.

As far as the 'strengths and weaknesses' go, for all the issues and benefits that happen because of him, it's really caused by his personality, his traits, that will be either useful or detrimental depending on the situation. LInk Click is wonderous at using the plot to fully explore the nuances of the characters, so none of their traits are 'black and white'. Very 'trolley problem esque' and up to the viewer to decide. *buzzes and explodes* /pos

In essence: Both CXS and Lu Guang are emotional idiots in their own ways (CXS's just louder about it /pos /aff) and QIao LIng is actually the only levelheaded one here.

... I need some more time and rewatches before I can fully analyze them well so that's that for now!

What I love about their dynamic

They both trust each other, and will break all of time and space (or not break all of time and space) for the sake of the other.

MOST OF ALL HOW'LL THEY'LL BREAK THEIR USUAL CHARACTER IF IT MEANS PROTECTING THE OTHER.

Like Lu Guang, for all the times he says that CXS cannot change the past, that he shouldn't interfere, caves if it means giving Cheng Xiaoshi solace. (Episode five when tried to help Cheng Xiaoshi save his mom, and in season two when he let Cheng Xiaoshi dive to allow police assistant guy - I forget his name - to give a flower ring to his wife)

For Cheng Xiaoshi, he'll resist his impulses and emotions, even if it causes him immense pain, to comply with what Lu Guang would've wanted. Epppiisooddee fivvee is a good example of this. (And of course... I think it was episode two of season two where Cheng Xiaoshi decided not to go back in time for the sake of Lu Guang's wishes). Cheng Xiaoshi 'gave up' on trying to save everyone in the town because of Lu Guang's urging, and even throughout all the dives he does, as early as episode one, he trusts Lu Guang.

Also, in a less dramatic sense, ... alll the little things they constantly do for eachhh other aklsjfkaslfklasjd fSCREAMSSS

Lu Guang checking on Cheng Xiaoshi during his nightmares, comforting CHeng Xiaoshi after the trauma that was episode five, the both of them constantly teasing each other, how comfortable they are in each other's presence. IT'S SO QUEER PLATONIC CODED I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

Fav characters and moments.

(in the prev version of this ask I started listing out EVERY SINGE scene in season one and started going to season two... I love them all. I love them all so much I'm going to rewatch it again.)

But as of now I'll list them out and include some of my screenshot collection (it is growing heheheh)

In episode one where Lu Guang slurps his noodles to tease CXS after he couldn't eat his spring rolls

The moment in episode two where Lu Guang proclaims that the mission is hopeless and CHeng Xiaoshi says 'Just because you don't see hope doesn't mean there is none'

AND LU GUANG SMILESSSSS:

Also Lu Guang smiling when CHeng Xiaoshi says how he wishes Lu Guang could've tasted the noodles too. There's Lu Guang smiling at things Cheng Xiaoshi says, what more does one need in the world?

ANY MOMENT QIAO LING IS ON SCREEN IS IMMEDIATELY PEAK FICTION AND I SHALL PERISH ON THIS HILL

Like in season two where Cheng Xiaoshi is restrained and QIao LIng slaps the lawyer guy in the face (I'm slow with names and need to rewatch season two)

Honestly episode five is a masterclass in good writing. The moment where Cheng Xiaoshi's mom is singing to him, then it cuts to Cheng Xiao's mother dying is just... *sobs*

WHEN QIAO LING CANNONICALLY CALLS CXS HER BROTHER AND IT FLASHBACKS TO HER AND YOUNGER CXS AND lakjfalksfjasklfjaslkfjaslkdfj

Cheng Xiaoshi's backstory in general... it was either in episode ten or eleven... or nine??? I still have to rewatch up to there. Epsically because CXS's backstory was explored in really nuanced and explorative ways before the whole thing was revealed, which makes any rewatches 1000x sadder. It's such good writing holy herbs.

In episode... seven I think it was.... when CXS as Doudou punched the human trafficker and Lu Guang had a surprised pikachu face... peak fiction. How this donghua manages to make me smile and laugh then ugly cry and stare at a wall for the next few hours is beyond me /pos /sooo impreeessive the wriittttnggg.

Lesbian Noodle ladies were amazing. 100/10. Bring them back the trio needs happiness

Lu Guang wanting to go the funeral in season two with an IV and half formal clothes, half hospital gown. He's smart but in the 'I've memorized an entire Library but can't navigate a practical/social thing to save my life' sort of way. Love him for that.

Wang Juan. She has an Ivan (alien stage) haircut and she was great and yes I have another aesthetic crush shhhh

When the trio dressed up as the cartoon characters to reunite Doudou with his dad.

Cheng Xiaoshi arguing and bickering with Xu Shanshan. Then when he dives as her, he immediately makes her look bad and it's hilarious

In the 5.5 extra where Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang play video games against Qiao Ling and both of them lose.

Qiao Ling and CXS both beating up a bunch of people. Peak siblings

CXS and Lu Guang beating up Qian Jin (I looked up the wiki and it has character namess yessssss). Peak queer platonic partners.

Moments like these? IDK I just like the idea of them spending time together without necessarily needing to talk to each other, comfortable in the silence.

SCREENSHOT COLLECTION:

.... I reached my image limit *cries*

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!

(and sorry it took me so long to answer it)

... now I want dumplings

[deukeuniverse]

A!TWICE Reaction to finding out O!S/O is Pregnant

Request By: Anon!

Pairing: Alpha!TWICE x Omega!S/O (Gender Neutral)

Request:

Genre: Fluff

Warning/s: Pregnancy

Summary: Alpha TWICE finds out Omega reader is pregnant

A/N: Sorry this took forever, life got in the way but I'm gonna be mass posting my remaining requests and fixing my masterlist huhu

NAYEON

"You're pregnant?! That's great!"

Absolutely enthusiastic about it! Nayeon will help you through it, she'll do her very best for her pup. Anything you want, you get. I feel like she'll be all starry eyed when she sees your baby bump, wanting to keep touching it and listening and feeling her mate's pup.

JEONGYEON

"Let me help you with those."

She's going to be more protective of both you and the pup. The type to keep you in bed and bring everything to you. She's going to take very good care of her s/o during this time. Will be very careful and attentive.

MOMO

"I'll try my best!"

She's also very excited! Will help you with all the pains and stuff and is also going to be protective. I think she'll be very very happy and will try her best to help by researching and stuff like that. She'll make mistakes sometimes but she's trying so don't be too mad!

SANA

"OMG! You're pregnant?! I'll go tell the others right now!"

She'll be excited and go to immediately tell the others! I feel like Sana will be sensitive to your needs and will accommodate you. She'll support you in every way she can and will always be by your side. I also think she's not gonna leave you alone.

JIHYO

"I heard about this thing online, maybe it can help?"

Leader mode activated. While Jihyo is very excited about it, she's also nervous. She'll start reading and researching, doing everything she can to help you through it. Will be with you through it all being supportive and helpful.

MINA

"What do you need?"

She's going to be more protective like Jeongyeon. Mina will also be nervous about it, but she'll be happy more than anything. She'll be there for you and get whatever you need and want. She's going to spoil you as a thank you for carrying her pup.

DAHYUN

"I'm here if you need anything."

Dahyun would be very excited! She'll be helping you and feeding you and doing everything. I have a feeling she would be a great partner to have when you're feeling low, since she loves to see you smile. Will do her best to keep you happy!

CHAEYOUNG

"You're pregnant! That's great news!"

Chaeyoung would be a little nervous about it! Fear not, she will still be happy about it! Her priority will be you and the pup, so she will try her best to be home more often. She's going to take very good care of you and won't let you get in harms way.

TZUYU

"I want to ask the unnies, just to make sure."

She's going to be very nervous and will need constant help from the other girls. She doesn't want to mess it up so she will seek help and advise from them. She will be very helpful afterwards and will try to mostly manage by herself.

[an-indecisive-nerd]

Okay, lore drop number three! Sorry it took me so long guys, I appreciate your patience.

This lore drop is about god laws. Meaning the origin of the gods, how they work, etc.

The first god was Ellowyn. She came into being when the universe my worlds occupy was formed. She began to use her power to create her first world, and spent a while watching over her infant world alone.

But opposites attract, and creation without destruction can cause a whole slew of issues. Flash forward a bit and Ellowyn catches the attention of a wandering destruction god. Flash forward a bit more and Ellowyn and the destruction god, Casimir, are married. Flash forward a lot more and they have a bunch of kids and boom, pantheon.

Truly a very detailed origin story. I actually do have a more detailed version but that’s spoilers and stuff and also this post isn't even really about that.

So obviously if you want to be a god on my worlds, the most popular method is to be born into it.

But what about some more accessible methods for the average citizen? Well I've got some good news for you.

There are in fact ways to become a god without being born into it. They’re just extremely difficult and painful and most people die trying. Still totally worth it though right?

You guys remember the prime vessels from the first big lore drop right? (If not, you can find that here)

Well, being a prime vessel is the best way to become a god.

Essentially over their lives prime vessels tend to spend a lot of time gaining more power and perfecting said power. At any point, if a prime vessel feels that their power has changed enough from their god's original power, they can try and turn that power into their own, turning themselves into a god.

What they have to do is find a way for their power to pass through their soul filter instead of overpowering it. It's a very difficult process, and if you fail, you die. Fun times.

The other way is to completely destroy a god. Make sure you do this while they have no apparent heirs to at least one of their powers. Then you simply absorb their power and enough of the energy from the world to tie yourself to it, then accept becoming a god.

Now then, you may be asking, how exactly do I—hypothetically—kill a god?

Well, first you have to destroy the world(s) they created. Almost all of my gods have at least one world. If they don't, they have something else they're tied to that you'd have to destroy. After you destroy whatever the thing is, you then have to kill all their forms. They have one per world they have power on, and possibly more.

Let's say you hypothetically accomplished all this. Even though you destroyed everything physical about the god, their soul will still return to Ellowyn to be reborn, so you need to find a way to stop it getting there.

It's much easier to kill a god if you're also a god though, particularly if you're a more powerful one. If you're a god you skip the soul step, and if you're a more powerful god you skip the world step too. It's also much easier if you know a god's real name. Ordinarily to injure a god you need a god made/blessed weapon. If you know a god's true name however, anything you use will be able to affect them, with exceptions depending on what you're using on which god. (For example, if you tried to use a flamethrower on the fire god he would laugh in your face)

You also need to make sure they don't have any powerful anomalies that might cause trouble. Anomalies are a whole thing, so I'm thinking they'll be a separate lore post.

Okay well I'm sure there's more I'm missing that I really should talk about but this much took me fucking forever and I can't think anymore, so if you have questions just ask me, I'll get to it later. Thanks again for waiting folks

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[starxsstuff]

HOBIE X FEM BLACK READER HEADCANNONS

[Now playing] Lovers rock -TV GIRL

🎸- He definitely calls you "luv"

🎸- He seems all chill and "nonchalant" in public but in private he's the biggest lover boy ever

🎸- Will come up with the dumbest excuses to touch you

🎸- going from the last HC,he's just NEEDS to be touching you in some way

🎸-Will make other guys know your his

🎸-JEALOUS

🎸-You would send him weird crap in the middle of the night and he'd just roll with it

🎸- Your Contact on his phone is "My tune Or My melody" (don't even think about it Sanrio fans.)

-Fluff-

[Now playing] My My-Chenayder(I love this song sm)

🎸-if he had to meet your parents he would poop bricks and stay close to you the whole time

🎸- He can't sleep knowing he didn't say "I love you" or he would just go to your house to lay with you

🎸- everytime he sees you he buries you with questions just to hear you constantly talk.

-Angst??-(I'm not good with this category)

[Now playing] Step on Me-the Cardigans

🎸- If u guys get into a heated argument you won't here from him for DAYS until he comes back realizing he made a mistake

🎸- I feel like his school mates would be assholes and he'd roll with it sometimes but try to apologize to you in private

🎸- (Might be an angst fic) You once caught him cheating and he didn't even feel sorry he just let you leave

🎸- (might also be angst fic maybe from the college AU) You were walking to your school/college when you were shot by some random man and you started to choke on your blood but made it to the gym floor and passed it. Hobie was HYSTERICAL

-Smut??- (I SUCK IN THIS CATEGORY)

[Now playing ] Blue hair -TV GIRL (any song that comes on my Spotify playlist I'm just putting it here)

🎸- He would constantly praise you and says things like " your doing so good" or "good girl"

🎸He will MAKE you look him in the eyes the entire time

🎸-He would try so HARD to not make noises but always fails(you just the goat)

🎸-He would grab you by the neck 100%

🎸- he would say weird stuff like "you taste so good luv"

Here's a small hobie x black reader fic where the reader is A smoke/drug addict(bear wit me)

[Now playing] Cigarettes out the window- TV GIRL

Y/N POV:

I was waiting in the office waiting for my boyfriend hobie to pick me up from rehab.

I was in rehab for five months but was still in need for more Drugs.

Hobie tried his best to make me stop but nothing would work so he'd just give in

"Hey baby" I say smiling as he came through the doors. He ran up to me and hugged me. (Time skip cause I'm tired).

We were in his house on his couch. I was BORED and hobie wasn't helping,but I wasn't bored I just needed some coke and I'll be fine...

Right?

I took some coke out of my pocket,snorting it and looking at hobie with red eyes. "Luv! I thought rehab helped you!! You said you'd quit!?". "I'm sor-....." I fell asleep in the middle of everything.

My dream was weird I was in a pool full of bags of weeds,drugs,pills anything TBH. You were excited till a voice said "snap out of it, your losing him" and that's what gave me motivation to stop

-Few months later-

Me and hobie watched the sunset holding hands. "I haven't felt this good in forever, thank you baby for helping me give up my addiction" I say getting on his lap and holding his hands. He pulled in and time went in slow motion.. that sweet passionate kiss was all I needed sll along.

Hey pookies!!!

I'm going to sleep now

Ty for the likes on my recent post I'll post the College AU part 2 tommorow bye luvies!!

Made by - @milesmoralesloverr

[callibones]

UM HI HI HI ITS ME. 🩸🟪 AND I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU I AM VERY SORRY!!!

this week ive been exceptionally busy. a lot of stuff has been piling up for me with university and work and it didnt really give me a lot of time to look at tumblr OR read the fics! ill get to them! i didnt forget i swear ive just been EXHAUSTED this message is just being pulled out of my ass since i didnt expect to write to you today so i dont have any topics planned to ask you about. i didnt wanna take the time to think of something because i didnt want it to seem like i was ignoring your poast (despite the fact you wouldve never known if i had seen it or not .. but MENTALLY i'd feel bad, you know?) but uh. yeah

i don't know how people talk. um. how are you? has your week been particularly busy? what DO you do outside of tumblogging actually .. im curious

OH AND ALSO i very much appreciate the backstory info you gave me on callibones. i MIGHT take inspiration from it for my fanart? maybee? and uh i will send that to you SOON! very soon. i guess in the meantime id just wanna polish it more before sending it to someone out of like. principle?

i looked through your friends blog.. i like the concept of a blood bag person thing. there were probably better ways of saying that but IDK!! once again though i think it is Extremely Drawable so i have a small request ..

and regarding CALCIFER .. i think i would appreciate a deity to deity chat. or an potential acolyte to deity chat or I Mean Ha Ha. and those pronouns are Pretty Cool if i do say so myself! im worried directly sending in an ask would be strange so since you said you were friends with them can you parrot my question? i rlly wanna know whether drawing fanart of their OC is okay. sorry what else. im going to try and plan my next correspondence out ASAP so ill probably go through the cedardivine post before the post you made with a ton of fics? just because the list is shorter. idk what ill do after that--maybe ill rank them or something and you can tell me how wrong my opinion is or something Haha! just kidding im always right. i create new truths as we speak. as im typing this im overwriting just a little bit more of the world's knowledge. im just cool and awesome like that. theres nothing else i can think of at the moment to ask you.. OH UM when you mentioned callyris i realized "hey wait dont i know a blog called that" and Look Who It Was! so thats neat i also think i found another blog that may be under your posession but i dont think i can ask about it at the front desk.. so when i message you in some other manner ill probably ask you about that! who knows i might even be Completely Wrong

well anyways sorry for the delay. it will probably take a while longer for me to compose my thoughts so the delay will continue but. idk. i hope this message isnt TOO INCOHERENT but again i am not proofreading at all for this one.

also im definitely using gooby forever now. thats great. what a peculiar phrase.

GOOBY!!!!

hi hi hi hi! i took a million years to get back to this so NEVER apologize or rush about sending me things. anon asks r a tough way to communicate cause i dont got an online indicator for u so i just gotta guess... and u dont got a notification for me! i hope u see this even tho its been a bit.

ive been busy too cause university's also piling up for ME. i'm gonna respond to this one first, and then i'll take a crack at your mysterious coded message! and then i have to do a million homework because grad school. outside of tumblogging im trying to destroy the world with the infinite power amulet, so i'm majoring in general supervillainy! and also urban planning

for the blood bag: @rigormarcy LOVES fanart. marcy, if u see this, respond with your ref, 'cause you have a super drawable OC! the fans wanna draw u so bad. So Bad.

u found another blog that might b me? omg.... here. how bout this. send me an ask with just the name and i wont publish the response. if youre REALLY curious. but youre probably right, because i invented every blog on tumblr GOOBY

[trenchcoatsbi]

yoo could i ask for a playlist for a tallulah qsmp fictive mayhaps? she has an insatiable hunger for music it's frightening (/silly) ,, she likes soundtracks (child of light is her current fav), stuff like the oh hellos/cavetown/bears in trees, and generally cozy sorta feeling songs, plus anything lullaby-ey if that makes sense :] hope u guys are well! sorry this is a tad long or vague hhaha -–🔉🌠

hello! Admittedly I rushed this a bit I’m not as sure about these as I was about 🌾🪶 Phil’s but I took a swing we’ll see if I missed later I guess. I tried to include as many artists as possible so you have plenty of people to look through since you said she was a bit insatiable when it came to music! I did phone in the last few songs like the lullaby-eque ones. yeah again this was a bit of a mess on my end. Though I have been writing down songs for this for a while I didn't have an easy time narrowing down things as to what I wanted to include so at this point I've just thrown my hands in the air and declared it done now. Sorry if the playlist is messy or unsatisfactory.

Art used is by @/sallomezz on tumblr and can be found here!

Hope you find something to enjoy on the playlist or in my bonus ramblings below! -phil

okay so I kinda cheated my self imposed rule of one song per artist but in my defense I couldn’t choose between Moonlight and Paperwork… They’re my two favorite Fish in a Birdcage songs and I thought both were kinda fitting so oh well both of them are there.

Anywho I could go on and on and on about how I was this close to fighting myself to the death (<- hyperbolic) over this. Let's just get to other recommendations I didn't put on for one reason or another.

Starting with musicians I put on there but didn't include a song from for whatever reason:

Myxrite! My personal favorite song Now and Again doesn't look like its on Spotify at all so uh yeah I'm linking it here because I like it a lot.

Bug Hunter is on there too but he's currently in the top ten of my favorite musicians so yeah here's more suggestions! Go With The Flow and Listen to Your Mom pretty high up there in terms of my favorite songs. Making Up Words is one of my favorites lyrically (though I must say that Disco in the Panic Room is up there too), and of course I have to mention Try My Best and Slow Burn because I keep using lyrics from them to inspire drawings (that I'll never post anywhere online). Okay fuck I need to move on before I link literally every single one of his songs lol

Same as Bug Hunter, The Narcissist Cookbook is up there in terms of my favorite musician + he put the MOTH album (one of his old ones that wasn't on on youtube yet) on youtube recently so he's been in my head a lot. Ghost Stories and UNWELCOME GUESTS (warning: unwelcome guests starts with a phone ringing noise idk my friends always get surprised by it so I'm just gonna mention it in case) are rahgjagh they are so good they exist in my head rent free

Madilyn Mei has been on loop in my head cause a friend of mine. Anyway Six Legs (tippy tappy toes) and Sleeping in the Kitchen. just live in my brain now because of them lol

The actual recommendations that aren't just more songs from folk on the playlist already:

I Fight Dragons! I fucking love them! Their music tends to have techy/8-bit noises and they're a bit more on the rock side of things but their stuff is really good! Good Morning Sunlight and Oh The Places You'll Go... They are the most <3 to me forever... Sunny Afternoon too... God I love IFD I need to make my friends listen to them with me more

If you like IFD you may also like Jonathan Coulton or the portal song guy as my friends know him lol. Nobody Loves You Like Me or Now I Am an Arsonist or really anything from the Artificial Heart Album is always my go to for showing people besides the songs from Portal (Still Alive and Want You Gone) that my friends know.

Similar to IFD, a lot of Going Spaceward's songs have techy noise in the like proper releases, but his youtube has a lot of acoustic versions of his songs that don't have those. His covers are good but really most of his music is just funky. Uh since I will absolutely not narrow this down in any timely fashion I'm just going to link the entire Can You Hear It Album and uh Count Past 23.

Joseph Dubay is a musician I only got into like a few months ago but I really like his stuff, kinda similar vibes to what i was going for with this playlist but a lot of his songs just didnt fit the vibe so I didn't feel like adding them. That being said I am obliged to tell absolutely everyone I talk about music with to listen to Pastel Goth and 4evr so yeah.

Completely different vibe but San Fermin may be of interest to y'all! Astronaut and The Woods are the ones I listen to most from them but everything about their music just scratches the brain itch for me. Their stuff is indie rock which is kinda in the genres of the bands you mentioned!

A bit of a different suggestion but since you mentioned her liking soundtracks AZALI might be a cool youtube channel to check out! They make short songs in FL Studio and idk I'll be honest I don't listen to soundtracks or things like you mentioned in that part of your ask but I do listen to every upload AZALI makes and I think they're all pretty neat. The songs are all like a minute or two long but I like to just put them on loop when I'm writing. Truth, Violence, Warmth is my go to for writing for this specific project, but Mechanical God was how I found their channel and I'm just fond of City of Shattered Glass so there those three are my suggestions.

[nabooro]

Hello again! Thank you so much for answering my last questions - I have some more nâdune/cânsag related ones, if that's alright! (I thought I'd put them all in this ask since they were (kinda) related to each other):

So first, do you have any ideas on the origin of the nâdune and cânsag? I vaguely recall that you might have mentioned it at some point but I couldn't find the post again if you did!

Second, do you have the Order of the Sanctuary at all in your canon? I think it's something that's mentioned like once in Legends that the handmaidens were traditionally trained there.

Thirdly, what do nâdune/cânsag after the monarch's full term? Obviously, Padmé's followed her into later politics but not all monarchs go on to continue working in politics.

Fourthly, does anyone else other than the monarch have nâdune/cânsag - like, politicians that were never a monarch, or even members of the upper class or the old families?

Fifthly (because I kept thinking of questions as I wrote this ask), do you have surnames for the other, lesser known handmaidens that are mostly just named on the wiki and don't have surnames? (You might not consider them canon in which case don't worry lol)

And finally (sorry for all the questions lol), is there a term for nâdune/cânsag that's like neutral, so you don't have to say nâdune/cânsag each time?

(Also, if it's not cheeky to ask, if I were to write something using your ideas and credit you, would that be alright? Going through this blog has really inspired me to write handmaiden stuff and I would love to, although I completely understand if you would prefer I didn't!)

Dé sorud! Thank you for entertaining my enthusiasm lol

Hi! I'm so sorry this took absolutely forever to answer, but uh... I have no excuse. I saw the ask, went 'I'll get to it later', and then did not get to it later. Apologies!

To answer your questions:

I have talked about it a little bit here, in the post on enshué, which I suppose is a little unlikely to be where to hunt for it. But tl;dr, the origin of canâk (this is the answer for your last question also!) is just simply the need for security and bodyguards, especially in politically turbulent times on Naboo. If there are five queens in five speeders or whatever the risk is split in five, etc etc. The ritualisation of the canâk and it sort of combining with the facepaint to become a sort of "one face one name" thing happens later, connected to other sociopolitical developments on Naboo.

I... have to say I have never heard of the Order of the Sanctuary 😅 When I say that I don't follow Legends and so on, I really mean that. I'm sure there is some form of training given to the handmaidens, but I don't imagine it's a specific Order or in a specific location - more varied and depending on time, age, people involved, and so on. The process is not as formalised in Padmé's era as it once was, and that reflects in other things.

So I always imagine that canâk can just... quit. I personally love very much the crisis of wearing somebody else's face and somebody else's name, and I think the process would really take something out of you that you may not be able to get back. Nonetheless, I think some of them try. And they can quit! They are allowed! It is just a job, even if it also isn't. I think those that quit in difficult circumstances probably have a bad time of it in public opinion, and I think possibly there may be assassinations and so on if someone tries to quit in term, but after their term as handmaid is over, they are free to leave and do... whatever they want. Whatever other people on Naboo do, I guess. They probably have benefits, given that it's a high-risk political position. A pension plan. Lifetime healthcare.

That's really interesting! I think they can, like nobody's stopping them, and particularly paranoid ones might - but I think it would be more difficult for them to find sufficiently loyal people, unless they've had someone with them since they were young. The position of canâk is not an easy position to occupy, whether that's because of risks to your life or because of the loss of individuation inherent in it. If you're doing it for the ruler of your people, you may be willing – but how many people are going to be as willing when it's just some rich bastard? ...lol. Which is to say: yes, but it may be more difficult, and they'd probably have to pay really well.

I don't have surnames for all of them right now, though I could probably kind of arbitrarily assign surnames to them. If you'd like to hear some other surnames you want to hear about or want to think of some kind of thematic ones, that'd be interesting!

The term is canâk, which I didn't come up with until after I'd written the post on nâdune. The word just means "disguise", but can handily be applied to the people who wear disguises or act as bodyguards in a disguised form – though not, I have to say, to those who wear facepaint for religious orders.

Finally: yes, of course! I'm always happy to answer any q's that may come up while you're playing with these little figurative sandcastles. If you want to write handmaiden stuff, please do - and I'd be thrilled to read it also!

Thank you again for your interest, sorry this took absolutely forever! Dé sorud!

[undead-potatoes]

I wanna ask that question right back! Which of your OCs is most like you? I'm curious!

I thought about this question for like an hour while trying to sleep last night, and all I'll say is don't do deep self reflection exercises in the dark before bed kids

Also this got kinda long, ops 🙈

Much like you (and I'm sure everyone else) I put pieces of myself into all my OCs, intentionally or otherwise, and so they all have bits of me.

I don't know if it's because he's so fresh in my mind, or if it's because I didn't have too much of a plan going in so he just became a natural reflection of me, but Jay is really high up there on the list.

Loud, talkative, jovial, happiest when he's of help to others, solution oriented and takes most unforeseen problems in his stride. But he's also incredibly self-conscious, and terrified of taking up space or being a bother to someone else, often forgoing his own needs bc it's not THAT important, it's fine. Sorry for existing.

He naturally gravitates towards other people's problems and a wish to help them (whether that's welcome or not), but prefers to stick his head in the sand when it comes to dealing with his own shit. When things get bad emotionally he goes into himself, and can become borderline dissociative, just lost to the void.

He's extremely good at finding stuff other people need but can't find, feeding into this need to be helpful. He's bit of a control freak and perfectionist too, and has to stop himself and call it good enough or he'll go on forever (wow look how topical)

I could honestly keep going but this is long enough as it is 🙈 I have no idea how we ended up here but I guess he's my emotional support self-insert blorbo now, bye.

Still, he's his own character. He's much better with people than I am, especially children, and doesn't have Retsuko-levels of rage bubbling right under the surface at all times. He's more manipulative and mischievous, and small grievances bounce off him easier. I only ignore my problems until I have to deal with them, he actively runs away from his. He's more extroverted than me, and doesn't mind big crowds, while they're the bane of my existence. And so on and so forth.

ANYWAYS this somehow turned into the a Jay post, I'm sorry lmao. His character wasn't really planned at all, I just let him grow naturally from the way I played (kinda like with you and your Aeducan), and once I took a step back and looked at him I was like "hold on a minute, this is just me if I was cool and had extra trauma, what the fuck".

Honorable mentions of pillars of my own personality shoved into other characters go to;

Courier May (F3/NV) - So damn angry all the time about everything, much of it useless and a waste of energy, but it's really hard to turn it off.

Nimri Brosca DA:O) - This applied more to younger me, but I can get REALLY ride or die for someone, like to the point where it becomes a major character flaw.

Pomona Hawke (DA2) - Did you eat? Yes? Are you sure? Are you wearing enough layers? When did you last apply sunscreen? Did you remember to drink enough today? [The mother hen questions goes on for another 5 minutes]. Also everything is always my fault somehow.

Sam Jones (VtM:B) - Just absolutely insufferable about social justice, and the other half of my rage that's an answer to injustice. You've not seen me angry until I've had a whiff of something cruelly unfair.

And because I feel like I've been too negative here;

Ridley (Coral Island) - Hard-working and generous :)c

[bad-mixed-lib-dyke]

Small Update on the "Marriage" Thing

This is an update to this post

I've been busy and this week is finals so I can't get into as much as I wish but did wanna make an update while I'm fairly close to things. Not a super horny update, that will likely cum later~

Everything went/is going really well.

Better than I ever could have imagined.

The courtship week went pretty well. There was one night where things were pushed a little too far. But it was ok.

There was one night where I found out something really upsetting that was being actively hidden from me and it triggered a bunch of flashbacks and I thought he was in on it but I guess he really didn't know. That actually lead to a lot of good things for us. Though it's fucked up both of our trust in the friend I took the trip with here, forever in my case.

But that lead to him giving me the passcode to his phone and computer to try to establish trust. Also discussions about radical honesty (which my autistic ass already does, but it's nice to have it reciprocated)

We also went over some times from our past where I held trauma which was super healing and has made us closer than ever :3

We were able to find everything we were looking for thrifting. A dress and veil for me, the perfect champagne flutes, I got stuff to make a flower crown. The perfect ring for me.

The ceremony was just us, I put candles all over and we read our vows to each other. These are the ones I wrote if anyone cares.

I was worried I wouldn't be able to hold up my end of the "free use" deal, but we had a lot of conversation about boundaries and stuff (my ring position would imply different levels of consent :3) But I wound up not having to worry. I've had no issues in submitting whatsoever.

Some people seem to have the impression I'm gold star? I'm not. This wasn't my first time sleeping with a man. This wasn't even my first time sleeping with this man (though I have had my first time being sober/remembering it XD)

I'm sure I'll write more on that later :3

I started cleaning around his room while he's at work and after the first day, where I was super careful not to move things too far or make any major adjustments, he sat me down and told me to do whatever I wanted. He really emphasized that he trusts me and wants me to feel comfortable in the space too. It was really sweet.

I wound up spending 2 and a half weeks at his place, and the drop we both had when I came home was intense.

I was only supposed to be there for a week, but the night I was supposed to come home I got a fever. He took care of me and caught it from me(we're pretty sure I got it from his roommate), I cared for him while also dying cause I got my period right as I was recovering XDD

I'm so glad I'm doing this with someone I know so well and can have so much trust and love with. Honestly, for a fake relationship, it's probably the best one I've ever been in.

It was supposed to be a scene we did sometimes, but we sort of just slipped into it being 24/7

Our Song is House of Asmodeus from HelluvaBoss

His nickname for me is "My Little Imp Wife"

The things I get in trouble for are for thinking and saying "sorry" (He will let me know if I need to apologize and otherwise I'm thinking for myself again)

I made the account @mrsroswell for him so a lot of my more housewifey submissive stuff might wind up over there for those who like that kind of thing.

Alright, this is long enough and I have homework. Thanks to anyone who read this far XD

If anyone has any questions about the arrangement, feel free to ask them~

[brothersonahotelbed]

NICO NICO OH MY GOF HI HI I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH im so sorry i just went and disappeared on you like that. went through a really bad time and got sick of my blog (which i honestly have been for a good while) and just decided to wipe everything and be alone for a little. it's so good you should try suddenly disappearing into a fog sometimes I'll just want for you to come back when you've cleared your mind. sorry i miss you a lot and it's so nice to get to talk to you again :). oh here's some poetry from a book i've acquired through ah id say dubious means and ive bookmarked some that reminded me of you and your sea thing. im gonna go through and find some more for you. anyway PLEASE catch me up on things how's everything have you been writing show me show me how are your little silly creatures any new stuff youre insane about any cool things you wanna show me tell me everything man IVE MISSED YOU MWUAHMWUAHMUWHA

enyway these are the poems 👍. ly man

ZEDFER OH MY GOD HI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELLO I MISSED YOU SM!!!!!!!!!!

okay first before anything please please PLEASE don't be sorry for disappearing and retreating into the shadows for a bit. i mean it. you're braver than all of us for knowing when to take a break and even having the guts to deactivate for the betterment of your mental health especially with your posts blowing up and people being annoying and going through shit with your mental health and everything, i'm proud of you for taking that step & happy you did it!!! of course i was worried but i'm glad you're here and i'm glad you were able to do that to help scrape the grime and dirt off <3 seriously. :)

umm how things are going!!! idk nothing much has changed since you've been gone tbh? i just found out my coworkers at the library and i are getting a pay increase because the county loves us soooooooooo much and bc we've been working so hard, so that's cool!! i also finished writing a good omens fic that turned out to be 15 pages long (rip) and it was the first piece of non-poetry writing that i've attempted AND FINISHED in over a year. ACK!!!! im v proud of it :]

ALSO a little bit of tragic news our favorite girl (guitar) vendetta, my beautiful lovely woman, is like. on the fritz for some reason? her channel switch is fizzling out and she's have connection issues with the amp and it's really sad. but!! since my birthday is next month (the 17th), i talked to my parents and they agreed that for my bday present they would help me pay for a NEW GUITAR????. THIS IS THE ONE I HAD MY EYE ON

HE IS SO SO SO BEAUTIFUL I GET HARD WHENEVER I LOOK AT HIM ohhhhmy god

last thing, i watched juno 2007 (Finally!) during your absence AND IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO WATCH IT. elliot page and his little egg self :') idk it made me tear up a little i loved it so much. <3

my cats are as beastly as ever of course. here are some pictures:

anyway. JUNO THOSE POEMS. LIKE ARE YOU FOR REAL RIGHT NOW I AM LOSING IT OVER THE FACT THAT YOU THOUGHT OF ME :'))I NEED TO TATTOO THEM ON MY HEART FOREVER I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AAGH. THANK YOU FOR SENDING THEM TO ME<3

we all missed you so much man it hasn't been the same without you here. i love you so much zed so so so much <3333

[speaking-at-the-theater]

TOH REACTION

so first thing first: i misspell a lot. i also swear a lot, if that bothers you, sorry

i havent watched the last two eps of toh so heres me doing it. i’ll compile it all in one post so i wont have to tag 300+ posts, i also use caps a lot.

anyway, let’s go! QUICK DETAIL I ACCIDENTALLY REFER TO COLLECTOR AS HIM HERE I DIDNT NOTICE HE WAS THEY THEM I'LL CORRECT IT AS SOON AS POSIBLE

FOR THE FUTURE! here we go

collector’s happiness overlaid with everyone else’s suffering is so…funny??? idk also ‘it’s like the whole world is singing’ is a cool phrase if it weren’t for the context XD

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aunt lily to the rescue!!

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LILY NO

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‘now, what part do i get to play’ horrific scene i want more

also: this is why you don’t give children godly powers. it ends badly!

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oddly beautiful if not for the corpses

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i want that as my wallpaper

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EDA’S REQUIEM!!!!!!

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you know things are bad when the logo/intro changes

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‘it’s not like he’ll inexplicably appear if you say his name!!’ hunter have you ever read a fairytale? a myth? the bible??? names have power.

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oh yeah never mess with a latina mama.

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it’s cute seeing the kids miss their home

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through the face??? count me in!!

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luz is smitten

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noooooo luz :((((( you’re happier sharing both realms everyone can see it

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anyone know what these are??

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ah. the bastard is here.

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CALEB???

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nooo gus youre making me cryy

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‘i’m fine, really’ said every character who is not fine in the story of ever

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the soundtrack in eda’s room scene!!!! i need it!!!!

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amity’s palisman being a cat fits so well bc cats choose where they go. you cant control them the way you might a dog or a bird, which fits well with the idea of choosing your own path.

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camila is taking everything so well!! my mom wouldnt last two seconds in the boiling isles. neither would i ofc.

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is this an animation error or….??

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some graffiti messages i managed to read:

-(do not) celebrate the day of unity! :( 

- boo belos

-hide ur kids

-run

-they’ll find you!!

-hide

-nope, no, go away

-closed forever

-help

-run

and general sun and moon symbols

-beware the collector

-amelia, cat! (general stuff i cant make out) (infinity train???)

-where is the titan now?

-belos lied

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these are cute

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wow that’s creepy

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i know it’s supposed to be creepy about the collector playing pretend while everyone suffers but- i can’t. the secondhand embarrassment is too much for me.

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light glyph go??????

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collectors ‘cool aunt vibe who pretends to be coldhearted but actually cares a lot’ vs luz’s ‘bad but sad boy’

parallels? ey?

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hmmm yeah that was creepy

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‘little space cherub’ XDD

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love how we go from funny new hexside to (ughhhh) belos. 

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hmm  i would love to analyze the composition of this glyph

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all the bastard adults trying to take advantage of the collector ughhhhhh

also love the space palace

plus: ‘what do mortals eat again? rocks? fire? gravity?’, unfortunately, collector, we are not stars

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of course the book is made of rocks. of course.

also king seems…practiced, on reading the book. you gotta wonder how much he knows now about collectors

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cool how collector is both evil and, yk, a child. bc children are not always innocent. they can be some of the cruelest creatures on the universe (i would know)

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one has got to wonder about the history told in those walls, meaning i will wonder and theorize. bc that’s what i do.

ok it seems like collector was…surrounded by titans. baby titans, and then a group of older collectors took him in, seeing as theyre smiling and reaching out a hand, instead of banishing him away. they dont look friendly, but it might just be the portrait.

although those first two portraits reveal themselves, at the very end there’s something else

 unfortunately i have no idea what it is. i dont think the repetition is an animation error or shortcut. if it were, why only repeat two times and change at the very end, where it is unlikely to be noticed??

 again, portraits repeat, except for a star in the middle.

......i wanna theorize on this. maybe on another post.

collectors doing something to a planet and our collector watching, wanting to join in, but probably rejected (the whole portrait section had a lot of images but it surpassed tumblrs limit so i deleted them, more on another post, maybe

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poor raine tho. what’s up with them and people trying to mindcontrol them????

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poor hooty

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what’s this, rapunzel?? a tear saves the guy???

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poor willow tho

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‘’im gonna assume those are clean’ ma’am cleanness is the last thing you need to worry about now

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that’s two simultaneous mindcontrollings! raine is on a roll!!

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“trouble with your team, captain half-a-witch? leading isnt easy is it? all your time is spent helping the team, keeping people from fighting, planning your next move, and titan forbid you show any weakness! everyone else falls apart.

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fucking kikimora

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cuando no tienes la chancla, un bate sirve

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boscha is….ugh. i’m conflicted. i get it but also.she annoys me.

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everything is under control when everything is not undercontrol my favorite trope

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poor (????) collector. i know he’s not good but….idk, i feel for him

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ITSHATCHINGITSHATCHINGHATCHIHATCHINGAAAAAAAAA

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poor willowwwwww poor kids everyone needs therapy here

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“luz has a staff, why does that make me nervous?” considering the first impression you got of it……

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SNAKESHIFTER YESSSSSS ALSO SNAKE PALISMAN FOR LUZ WE WINNIN

i could write poems about how it fits her but just- look. it fits.

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END CREDITS WHERE AWESOME!!!! Love the snapshots of the things that werent fully explained!! kikimora manipulating boscha during the attack, king being sad at losing eda and lilith and the collector…..emphathizing?? of a sort??? anyway yeah