#the bg scared me so I put off doing it for a long time

[tau1tvec]

just when i think EA can’t get worse.. a romance ep isn’t even a terrible idea, it brings popular mods to the game + every romantic sim relationship would be expanded in some way, but i think they really dropped the ball. there didn’t even seem to be any improvements on how cheating plays out. i thought maybe w the addition of romantic boundaries coming to bg.. and couples counseling would have been perfect w this. i’m scared the only change will be some description to read under ‘romantic satisfaction’ that can be fixed w a couple interactions. wish sims wouldn’t be able to sleep in the same bed, so one would have to crash on the couch like in ts2. and that romantic interactions wouldn’t work for a long time after. i guess they can still surprise me but im not optimistic. also, only 3 new date types? i could’ve sworn they said something abt anniversary dates at one point.. guess it’s another thing ill have to simulate myself 🤡

That’s really been The Sims 4’s whole thing rlly, is having to kinda imagine everything yourself, which I’m like okay fine, I do it with other games, but I feel like The Sims, or previous ones have always been a kinda marriage of what the game can do on its own ( simulate ), and then what you as the player can think up to either destroy or build off of that, similar to Sim City.

I think the core issue with The Sims 4 however, is its engine, and its development inconsistencies, which tbf it’s been going ten years, longer than any b4 it, so some inconsistencies are expected, but the fact that we got expanded weddings in a GP, and a date pack in an EP and very little else is rlly weird… the fact that our teen sims can go to an actual lot for school, but child sims and college sims can’t is also kinda infuriating. The fact we can have restaurants, and “run” them, but not work in them, is dumb to put it plainly, esp when the dining out system is still broken ( ??? ), yet they’re gonna have a pack about dates that will more often than not take place in a… *checks notes* restaurant?

The couples counseling thing actually would be cool tho, and there’s still a chance they might surprise us with it, but it’d also be weird to have counseling for couples, and not just… single sims.

No wonder modders are making so much money off of fixing and or adding onto this game, bc EA I feel is purely relying on the console audience atp to excuse and condone this “rent wasn’t due” behavior.

[onlygotthisforkillerchatfanfics]

Exocommunicated by the Devil

Hehehe got inspired so angst. 

Bg info. This happens sometimes after ronin’s ending. ronin and y/n (mc) had a falling out. This caused Ronin to ignore y/n. Everyone in the group noticed but didn't want to comment about it except angel.

Angelic: Hey, are you alright? 

  Ronin seems to be ignoring you…ah sorry I must be overstepping ^^

Y/n: No, No it's really fine

       Your not overstepping at all :)

Angelic: Thank you I was worried

  …if you want I can message Ronin

Y/n: NO

       Oops sorry…what i meant is that this is something between me and Ronin

Angelic: No its fine I get it…

              Well uhm if you ever need me to talk to him im here ^^

Y/n: Thank you I will <3

I cant have angel worry about something between be and Ronin. I slump in my chair as I wonder what could the reason be? Why is Ronin ignoring me? Unconsciously my mouse is right above goreboy. Fuck, should I just text him? 

I run my hand through my hair as I contemplate what to do. You know what fuck it. I need to know. We should be able to talk it out…right?

Y/n: Hey

 I just wanted to ask what I did wrong?

        If you tell me I can fix it

        Look you can ignore me in main chat but i know your there

        I can see your online.

Right after I send that he goes offline. Playing the same trick I did a long time ago. That's fair I guess, but now we're dating.

Y/n: I can see what your doing

       …

       fine, play that way then

       But please respond

For the past few days, Ronin hasn't replied to me and still ignores me in the chat.

“For fucks sake” you know what its whatever. I sit there in my chair for what feels like forever.

Its so silent… usually I’m on call with Ronin and it makes me forget all about my thought. Without him here idk what to do with myself.

What if Ronin doesn't love me anymore? What if everything is my fault? God damnit, without Ronin being a constant annoyance, these thoughts won't leave my head. I just sit there staring off into nothing.

After awhile my gaze follows the fly buzzing around my room. I wonder if my life is as feeble as that fly. It seems so small and insignificant in everyone's eyes… Ronin’s eyes—nothing but an annoyance. I can’t tell if my head is buzzing because of the fly or my thoughts. I spin in my chair, contemplating how and why I’m here. 

Fuck I'm thinking too much. I should go for a walk. I get up from my chair, putting on my shoes as I make it out the door. The chilly air makes me shiver, but I continue onwards. I have no idea where I'm going but I just keep walking. I'm lost in thought as I roam endlessly. I look up and realize my legs have taken me to the same alleyway me and Ronin met. I stand there for a good few minutes reminiscing about the day.

“y/n?” I hear my name being called by the voice I vividly remember. It’s been etched into me at this point. I don even turn in his direction before replying “what do you want, Ronin?” 

“Hmm nothing. If anything why are you here? You gonna dance with the devil again, darlin?” Ronin says in a sickly sweet voice. I used to love it so much so why does it revolt me. He acts like he didn't ignore me these past few days. I turn to look at him and I see blood all over him. Seems like he just finished killing someone.

“Don't act like you haven't ignored me” My voice grows angrier.

“Oh come on darlin don't act like that.” He sounds so happy like this is all a joke. I fucking hate it.  Yet I love it so much

“Shut up” I said under my voice

”Huh what was that darlin~ its not like I meant to ignore you.” Stop sounding so damn happy “I know your lying” 

“Me lying? Never~” Ronin says so giddy. Like he enjoys watching me like this

“Shut up Ronin!” I yell at him being visibly angry. Just why, why did it have to be him? Why did he have to be here now “okay okay listen to me, I didn't ignore you because I wanted to, it was because I was scared” Ronin starts, he doesnt sounds like he regrets anything.

”I loved you then and still do.” My breath hitches in my throat as he spits out these words. He begins to walk towards me grabbing my chin, making me look at him “I regret ignoring you ever since that day.” Even though he says this he's smiling

Hah if he regretted it so much, why didn't he reply to me? He thinks he can just lie like that?

This disgusting piece of trash. I smack his hand off my face. “Don’t you fucking touch me!” 

Ronin looks shocked at first but his eyes change into those of amusement as he takes a few steps back. I glare at him as I continue.

 “You said you were scared and said you loved me. I remember you used to tell me you loved me because I saw you for you. I saw more of you than anyone else. But did you see me? Was I there or was I just your cane?” 

I look down at my feet, my voice cracking “I…loved you too. I was scared, but I was willing to fight for you, us. I let you hide out at my place!” I let out a choked sob as tears roll down my face. 

All I see is Ronin's face contorted into that of regret and guilt when I look up. That was the first time I saw him look like that “But you…ran. If you want me to open up and trust you, why don't you open the door!? You have the key.” (literally and figuratively)

With that, I walk out of the alleyway “Wait y/-!” I don’t bother looking back as I walk out of the alleyway turning the corner. 

I hear his footsteps getting louder, and closer. Fuck I hate feeling like this. Before he gets any closer I run home with tears and snot running down my face. The cold air freezing my face. When I get home I slowly pull out my keys to unlock the door but before I can someone hugs me from behind and whispers in my ears “I’m sorry” 

[dessertvonnegut]

i totally understand if you'd rather not answer this and that's completely fine, but I saw you're talking in tags a lot about having been in jail and separately about being diabetic/chronically ill. how was your diabetes handled in jail? were you able to get the care and medication you needed?

i am more than happy to answer this and it will be very very long because it fucking sucked, and if you have a chance to advocate for one thing about jail (county jails, not prisons, which have way better care from what i hear, because of more stringent standards and better funding) reform, it should be mental health staffing, and if you can advocate for two things, medical staff training. (three things: good library systems in there. see if you can donate books to your local one rn, if you can, even!)

caveat: my county uniquely sucks in various ways, even just compared to the rest of the state, never mind anywhere else. if anyone is reading this and you're about to go to jail: don't let this scare you. know what you need and be respectful asking for it and hopefully your place is better than this one. you will survive -- and not just because if you die, they get sued and bad publicity, but because you can survive and i believe in you.

so i was there for 13 months, starting at the end of october 2023. before i got there, i was literally afraid i was going to die, because if you look up "diabetes care in jail", there ummm isn't much to speak of. i use an insulin pump. for the first week or so, everyone said oh yeah, there's no problem with your pump, we had a guy a while back who had one, blah blah blah. and i was like holy fuck i'm not gonna die. and then they took it away.

(and there was a whole thing where i couldn't figure out how to shut it off so my husband could come pick it up and take it home, and its alert beeping kept going off every few minutes for a few days.... also someone put into the reports they sent to the judge that i "deliberately disabled it" bc i thought it would get me put on house arrest. ... it was just that the infusion set needed to be changed. like ? that wouldn't even work. anyway) they said the guy who had one before was brittle, couldn't take care of his own bg, and was -- these are the doctor's words, and let's kindly called them old-fashioned -- "borderline MR". so they put me on multiple daily injections. and i thought oh ok i AM going to die. because i was hospitalized once before where i was on MDI and it's the only time in my life i've actually gone into DKA/coma.

basic rundown on diabetes -- you might already know, meowing, but in case anyone reading doesn't -- you eat food, it has carbs, they make your blood sugar (blood glucose, bg) go up, too much up is bad (and so is too much down), you take insulin at roughly the same time you eat (and with a pump, a tiny bit every few minutes) to cancel out the carbs and make your sugar not go up too much.

(aside: it also takes at least a week -- and by the time i left, they were backlogged a month -- to get any "non critical", "not gonna die if you don't take this Today" meds approved. so there's a lot of withdrawal for everyone off of everything. *a month* for psychiatric meds. in a *jaillllllll*. i had to fight for a couple of my other meds, too, bc i also have EDS and the improbable nonsense (e.g. 4 zyrtecs a day) that goes with that. and my restless legs meds that they gave me six hours before bedtime. ANYWAY)

so the way they do multiple daily injections in this jail is: 430 am, they wake you up, take you down to medical, fingerstick you, give you whatever dose of insulin they're guessing will work -- long-acting and short-acting, ideally -- and your other meds (one perk: because i took my meds in the office, i didn't have to have any of them crushed (which is supposed to prevent cheeking). believe me when i say that is a blessing if you are taking bupropion) and send you back to bed. an *hour* later you have breakfast. and then they expect you to go back to sleep.

sometime between 10 and 11, the same thing happens for lunchtime, which is again about an hour later. there was another type 1 there for whom they actually had to modify this, because her sugar kept going low between the shot and the meal. it's just too long a time.

then here's the great one -- between 2 and 330, same thing. but then dinner isn't until FIVE THIRTY. then you go up again at bedtime and they give you a paper bag lunch -- milk/juice, apple, sandwich. but they don't give you insulin to cover it. so i would keep it until i got the next one, in case i went low, but i pretty much never ate it, and i got in trouble once for giving it away to another girl.

so the problem with this schedule is that they are giving you your insulin before you eat. and they do not know how much you are going to eat. so they just. don't cover the carbs at all. they just cover the high BG you come to the office with, because your last meal was not covered. and then they send you out to eat again. and then they wonder why you're high the next time too.

then of course the food fucking sucks. pretty much entirely carbs. because it's cheap. the only change for diabetics/heart-healthy trays was that instead of cake, you get an apple. so including the lunch bag, that's three apples. every day. i had to order packets of tuna and chicken and stuff on commissary because sometimes there was literally nothing on the tray i could safely eat if it wasn't going to be covered. the doctor said he'd been fighting about this for ages. the thing is, they also do a vegetarian tray. which is an enormous salad. just.... just give us that. like. ??

anyway after a month and a half they gave me my pump back. everyone was happy. they still did all the fingersticks, bc they love paperwork, but they let me manage my stuff pretty well most of the time. the only snags i'd run into were, like, "i'm not in my dorm and i need to eat NOW" and they'd make me wait, stuff like that, but i never had an emergency.

now because of the eds/mastocytosis, i had also, before i got there, been developing an intolerance/allergy to the type of insulin i was using. so we had to get my actual endocrinologist to tell the jail doc to switch it. and boy was he mad that someone had to tell him how to do his fucking job! but anyway they got the new prescription, kept letting me manage my stuff, and by the time i left my a1c was 6.9, which is the best it's ever been, because the food.... is boring. they don't add good stuff but they also don't add bad stuff. and you don't feel like eating a lot because it just sucks. i also lost 20 pounds in there for the same reason. and then i came back to the land of hyperpalatability, right before christmas, and now my a1c is 7.3 BUT ANYWAY

so the other type 1 girl that i mentioned, she had come directly from 4 years in a prison in another state, and she had gotten diagnosed there. so she never had a pump. she was with me for oh... four months or so. and they just could not get her goddamn sugar down. and she didn't have an endo or any way to research anything. she never went into DKA, so they kept her at "functioning", but long-term, i have no idea what kind of complications she's going to get. she went home, not to another facility, after leaving ours, so i hope she was able to get proper care there.

ok now here is the very worst part.

in this facility -- this is not universal; my county is, by all accounts, uniquely bitchy -- medical care quality is based on how much they like you.

they liked me. all you have to do is be respectful -- imo i never actually kissed ass or anything, but i know what "assertive communication" is and how to say please and thank you and be patient up to a point.

i saw a rude-ass evil girl who came in with a broken foot and a judge's order for surgery. nope. being evil and rude does not mean you have to suffer -- it's probably just going to make you meaner! i saw girls who got yelled at for how they worded their medical request forms, and never actually got looked at. a girl with seeping lumps on her breasts that never got looked at, bc she was kind of annoying. i got called a hypochondriac myself for asking for my meds for pmdd. if you're "impatient" (e.g. if you tell them "my pump is empty of insulin Right Now and i need to put more in Right Now" and three hours later you respectfully go "hey is medical available? i still have No Insulin") they will make you wait longer on purpose, and say "you're on MY schedule".

dental care is way worse, of course. a crown fell off one of my teeth. would have been so simple to just pop it back on. they asked who my dentist was and said i had an appointment. a few months later, hey, didn't you say i have an appointment? yes, but it's with our dentist now. never actually saw one at all. meanwhile the tooth is breaking down and getting food stuck in it and whatever. i finally got it extracted last week and will get the replacement implant in 2 months. i saw a girl at 10 out of 10 pain from rotting teeth and they gave her ibuprofen.

and if you complain? about anything? they just say "well, don't come to jail."

[spainkitty]

okay i need the deets about your surana-lavellan i am so intrigued 👀🙏 -merrybandofmurders

@merrybandofmurderers

I'll have you know, I am OBSESSED with my Surana-Lavellan. I am OVERJOYED to tell you, every single one of my lurking followers, and the whole world all about her. 🥰🤩😍 Welcome to my Very Long Post to justify having Surana as my Lavellan!!

Okay! It starts with: I didn't put enough memory on the MS side of my Mac laptop 😅

I played DAO with my Cousland, went on to play DA2, but I went back and started my Surana file for funsies and Tabris as well. Just because I love building characters and I wanted to experience the other Origins. I fell IMMEDIATELY in love with my Surana. I played her with high Willpower, a bit of a bully and an arrogant one at that, who'd drunk the Chantry Kool-aid and was going to slowly, as she ventured out into the world, realize the Kool-aid was gross, and she and all mages deserve better. However, before I even finished the first few Main Quests (I think I did Broken Circle and Orzammar), I finished my DA2 playthru and my friend helped me set up for DAI.

This is where the lack of memory on my laptop comes in. I had to delete my Origins file to make room on my laptop for DAI. I didn't want to close down the entire partition and re-allot the memory so I just deleted everything but DAI. I was so sad and upset, I remade my Lanil Surana as Lanil Lavellan and added an entire amnesia-ridden backstory for her 🤣 Her personality and character growth was going to be along the same lines, and her appearance, of course. And then I set sail on DAI~

Basically: During Origins, someone *coughCullencough* helped her escape during Uldred’s Uprising and she couldn't get back. She barely escaped through a tunnel in the storage rooms full of giant spiders (a little bg for her DAI phobia 😉) and wandered around poisoned and pissed off with vague plans to go back home anyway when the Sabrae Clan picked her up. She ended up leaving with them instead to the Free Marches, but after everything with Uldred, didn't trust Merrill enough to stay. The blood magic and the demon on Sundermount scared her, especially since she's still a little Kool-aid drinker at heart at this time. Marethari eventually sent Lanil off to the Lavellan Clan and Lanil became a Second. Mainly because she was highly educated and a Healer with spells she could teach that they would never have heard of. Her becoming First was out of sheer moxie. She refuses to let anyone tell her she can't do something and she'd always been rather ambitious, aiming and being groomed for First Enchanter most of her life.

Along the way she does actually grow and change. She starts to care a lot more about elves and Elvhen, becomes fascinated by this history that was denied her during her Chantry-filled life, and throws herself into the culture with wide eyes. It's about more than being powerful, it's about wanting to use that power to make things better, to protect the People that have welcomed her and her magic and made her feel like she finally had a family. (Dregs of this inform who she is as an Inquisitor.)

Then, the Conclave. She's sent because she's Chantry-educated and knows the lay of the land well. She's FROM there; she has studied the geography and knows the politics. She can blend in better than any of them. When she and the Divine are blown into the Fade, though, the Nightmare doesn't just take her memories of that night and Corypheus, it took ALL of them. She had nearly nothing left and doesn't even know her own name for most of her story. She's just Lavellan, because Leliana found her belongings and the only personal information included was the Clan name: Lavellan. Dorian (I think? It might have been Sera) eventually dubs her "Lane" and she responds to it automatically. She doesn't get her memories back until after Into the Abyss, of course, which I played AFTER Wicked Eyes Wicked Hearts, and after her relationship Cullen was already pretty deep and "locked in".

I had a lot of fun with writing her and Cullen's first meeting and then after she figures out who she really is 🤣 Cullen definitely gaslit himself into thinking he's crazy for noticing how similar they looked/acted. Since she was much older, heavily scarred, and had vallaslin (and amnesia, so even her personality was affected in a way), he told himself he was being stupid, how could Surana be a Dalish elf now? She's probably dead and his one truly rebellious act was for nothing. Lavellan just looks *a lot* like her. Don't be so racist, Rutherford! Surprise! It's really her! 🤣🤣🤣 (tbf, they did only know each other for a year, and even then, it wasn't like they knew each other well)

She starts off DAI ruthless and stubborn as hell, aggressively doing the Right Thing and taking everyone along with her. She consolidated as much power as she could, and does everything possible to make the world better for mages and elves, but she's not exactly wise or clever and makes some truly upsetting mistakes. Learning to rely on others, to be vulnerable, and to care more about the small, important details rather than the Big Picture is how she grows. Although she never quite shakes her knee-jerk aggressive and stubborn-jackass personality, she does soften slightly and learn empathy. The Iron Bull's betrayal much later shakes her down to her core, and it's the main reason why she chooses to save and forgive Solas instead of kill him in the end. She doesn't want to let down and lose another close friend like she did the Iron Bull.

[alarrytale]

I agree that homophobes already dislike Harry so if Harry was to CO nothing would change there. Republicans and UK conservatives despise him. A while ago on twitter they were trying to get him cancelled for being a gr**mer, which they do with all gay men, and coming up with all kinds of conspiracy theories like him being a pawn to brainwash men into becoming more feminine. I think they turned on him when he went to the Met Gala and looked 'too feminine', and even more so with the Vogue photoshoot. I do worry that him CO will put his life even more in danger, as a public figure, and that he and his fans will be the target of homophobic attacks from the far right. Especially if he makes a huge impact. As they see him as 'brainwashing' others. That really scares me. I don't know how he can get around that other than increasing security and being really careful where he goes on tour. I agree that Harry's target audience is ready for him to CO. Like you said, he is a trendsetter. That's why people love him. He's always been ahead of everyone else but now he risks falling behind. If he continues stunting he's going to hit a wall. He'll either have to CO because the queerbaiting accusations will get too loud or go deeper into the closet. If he goes deeper into the closet I think that'll be more damaging to his career. People will see him as just another 'straight' male artist. Like you said, he's losing a lot of his older fans because of his stunting and his image. The superficial fans will eventually move on. I think HSHQ/Columbia greatly overestimate how damaging a CO will be. I don't think his fans are homophobic. They fantasize about him with women because they're led to believe that he is interested in women. If he was to CO then sure some fans will continue with their fantasizing but most of his fans will adapt. Bradrry was really popular on TikTok. It shows that there is potential there. He needs a complete image change to keep people interested.

Hi,

So, first of all it's important to remember that in regards to the far right, even though their voices are loud and sometimes seems overpowering, they are in the minority. Most of them talk a good game, but they are keyboard warriors, and they will never hang out in MSG, oxford street or in that little italian village where harry seems to spend his time. Outside of that Harry's got bodyguards with him. So the chances of a homophobic physical attack happening to him is slim. Okay? So i don't think you need to worry about that happening. Harry is also very good at responding to things like that. For example his speech to westbor**gh baptist church and his 'bring back manly men' ig post. So he's got that handled. I don't think any of this is what's stopping him from coming out. We as fans are also good at handling people like this. We've been trained to wrangle antis since we were baby larries. So i think we'll be fine.

To your second part. I agree that the fandom is ready for him to come out. But as i've said before, we don’t know what's currently holding him up. It might be louis (and bg), if they plan to come out together. I think harry being in a real and committed, long term relationship would please mostly everyone. We've had our time to project upon him. You can still do it, just understand that he also must be allowed to just live his life and be happy. He's almost 30 years old.

I think it will be such a weight off his shoulder when he does come out, that we might see a whole new man. In a good way. He'd be so much happier, free and joyful and i think all that would be infectious. Fandom would be ecstatic seeing him like that. I don't think he needs a complete image change, but i do think eventually he has to pick a side. He also needs to connect with fandom again, and i think coming out would fix much of that. If he gets closeted further i think it would harm him, his creativity, fandom and his career. People will move on from him i fear. So i hope they don't go there.

[sodabranch]

This Anon is never revealing their identity MWAHAHAHA!

I was thinking, in what scenario would Justice be able to waltz with an employee? Ship's too small, need to be alert at all times outside of it, as even an eyeless dog can appear fairly early. But wait... The Company moon!

Justice is certain to make for an amazing day off, after helping sell the scrap! Oh hey, is that a discounted boom box? It may not be the music of its taste, but it can dance however it likes, taking an employee for a literal spin. The others may laugh in amusement, but when the first employee decides to rest—Justice still energetic as ever—another agrees to take their place.

Lmao, Justice thinking it accidentally broke your sona's bones, seeing their limbs bend backwards for a moment. It does realise he doesn't have any, still confused, but relieved.

Be Justice's preferred time to clean the ship's interior from all that foreign moon dust that accumulated, as the employees can wait outside safely as it's busy. It's rather cramped in that ship, so it needs all the space. Occasionally taking a break to non-verbally scold an employee for toying with an extension ladder. Especially if they risked hurting whoever Justice perceives as its favourite.

I have a headcanon that Justice always has a complete deck of traditional playing cards on it. Or, as one employee put it, those "old people UNO cards".

(I'm done with this tangent, but now I must digress into another scenario, because I love Justice that much.)

If an employee is ever seen by an enemy nutcracker, Justice has a strange way with dealing with the situation. Standing in front of the employee, Justice makes some unknown gestures towards the other, who appears to understand.

Justice insists the employee stands still, as both nutcrackers turn their backs to each other and slowly take steps forward. With their weapons at the ready, they are about to have a duel. Obviously, Justice wins because of the magic power of friendship and the experience it gained from going outside to touch grass.

(I can't shut up. I can't shut up. I can't shut up.)

One thing I find interesting about it is it having a previous master/masters. Even if the bulk of Justice's mannerisms remain the same, I imagine it would be influenced by the experiences with OG master.

Imagine the original had a food allergy, so an employee has to explain that they don't have that same allergy, so may they please have that back?

Maybe the original had a tight schedule, needing an ample amount of sleep each night, or had children they needed help putting to bed. Justice would then insist the employees be in bed at a certain time. If it wasn't for the demanding work, needing the best rest they can get, it probably would've come across as overbearing.

And maybe the original had a condition, needing a consistent medication schedule, explaining why Justice is taking one of the containers of tic-tacs and handing one out to everyone each morning and night.

THE ask is already long enough so for the sake of not making a colour of the sky post I'm gonna put everything under a spoiler::: LONG LORE POST IG

FIRST OFF, I CAN'T BELIVE SOMEONE LIKED MY OC THIS MUCH IM IN SHAMBLES ANON,,,,,,, THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME AND IM LIKE ???¿¿¿¿ WHAT DO I DO, WHAT, THIS IS TOO MUCH LOVE /pos /pos /pos

I'm going to break things into ideas because I HAVE TOO MANY:

In the drawing I made of Justice and the employee "dancing" (kinda one sided because if a Nutcracker just grabbed me and started twirling me around like that I would be scared shitless at first), I thought about like a first encounter in the mansion;; I was sadly too lazy to draw a bg for the scene but, I really like your ideas about Justice tagging along with some crew!!! It's honestly something I want to explore in more detail, but I wouldn't know how to put it in words, so I'm just noting down all your ideas on a notepad for later use JHADSHSDAHJ

^^ ALSO how would Justice cope with the fact that Socket is a slime like,,, it'll just have to learn to love hygros like it or not (I didn't think of Socket being in the same crew but honestly ?? It might happen now I just need more characters to fit the three other free spaces :3) I can just imagine how wholesome and whimsical the whole time in Gordion before the next mission would be,, Justice trying to up everyone's mood making edible meals out of the company rations, cleaning/tidying up the place and looking over at its crewmates from the distance as they busy themselves planning the next trip,,, just with a glint in its eye

Also yess!!! Even if years have passed, Justice would never forget its upbringing. I imagine there are rituals that have still stuck with it, for example tea time at an exact hour every day, or certain measures it has to follow while doing its chores...

I WONDER HOW IT FITS INTO THE SHIP like do you think the crew made it an special corner,,, having to rearrange their furniture just to fit their new friend.... WOULD THE COMPANY DO SOMETHING?? I guess they don't care as long as they meet the quota now that I think about it...

Oughhghghg and the way you described the duel,, I really don't want to know what would happen if Justice fails plesase DOn't speak to me /j

I think I covered everything but also consider your headcanons granted because Justice would definetely have a deck of cards in its hat.............. I MAY BE FORGETTING SOMETHING BUT YOU CAN COME BACK AND SCOLD ME IF I DID

[bigbrainbiology]

"Ah look Kimizuki, Japan is burning..."

It's been well over a month since first discussed, two new chapters and a TONNE of procrastination, but it's here, I finally did it!

A gift for @distinguished-slacker, I hope you enjoy seeing them chilling on the beach as Japan burns off in the distance~ 🏖

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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise! 

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you.  MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai:  MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something:  MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult. 

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest.  (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

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Baseless Jealousy

Oliver Wood Cousin!Reader x Jealous!Fred Weasley

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BG: Fred and y/n’s relationship is currently 3 years long strong. After a summer apart, it seems to be a 3rd party had become closer to y/n. Is it something that Fred has to worry about or is it just baseless jealousy?

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You and Fred started dating 3 years ago. Fred would like to believe that the relationship is strong, other people believes it so too. However ever since the start of 5th year, something started to get on his nerves, or should he say someone.

See, Fred had noticed you getting closer to his Quidditch captain, Oliver wood. He didn’t want to blame it on the summer you two spent apart but he could quite help himself. You had spent the entire apart, no letters whatsoever. At first, he tried to be understanding, it was after all a summer you and your family spent in Italy while attending your aunt’s wedding, you had told him that this was the first time in 8 years that the whole side of your mother’s family was present as they were all scattered into various parts of the world. He understood the importance of family so he had let it slide that you and he hadn’t communicated in the past 2 months- besides, it must be really exhausting to overwork the owls to post cross country.

Which was why he was so excited to finally see you in person at Platform 9 ¾ on the first of September, to his dismay, you had arrived with Oliver Wood. Back then he had pushed his jealousy aside and concluded as a coincidence that you had turned up together at the barrier. You and Oliver are just friends, he told himself, and that was completely fine.

Fred had sneaked a hug behind you and whispered into your ear. ‘Had a great summer?’

You had jumped at the touch but once you realised who is was from you relaxed. ‘Ohh Freddie!’ You turned and hit his chest. ‘Don’t scare me like that!’ Earning a laugh from him. ‘I did, I had such great times catching up with my cousins! You wouldn’t believe how much trouble we almost got into. But of course.’ Your fingers played with the back of his head. ‘I missed having my love around.’

~

‘Hey love I’m off to Quidditch practice now.’ Fred informed, kissing your cheek. ‘Will you be there?’ Ever since you and Fred got together 3 years ago, you would go cheer him on during Quidditch practices whenever you can.

This year however, more are at stake.

During the semi-finals, Quidditch matches are dotted with professional quidditch team mangers in hopes to scout for potential recruits to join their team upon graduation.

It is rumoured that the manager for Puddlemere United would be attending the next match, Hufflepuff vs Gryffindor. Puddlemere United being Oliver’s favourite and dream team, he had been pushing the team with more frequent trainings then ever, hoping to perform the best game they would ever play, to further increase his chances to chosen to be part of the team.

You looked up from the letter you were writing. ‘Yep, just gotta make a quick stop to the owlery. I’ll soon you soon okay?’

~

Arriving at the owlery, a large parcel instantly caught your eye. ‘Oh mum..’ Examining for any potential damage, which thankfully weren’t any.

The barn owl nearest it hooted. ‘Alright! Alright! I was looking if there were damages.’ The owl flapped its wings in annoyance. ‘Here,’ offering your owl some treats. ‘You’ll need to store up some energy on the way back.’ Another hoot sounded, this time from a grey owl, that you recognised belonged too your mother. ‘There’s some for you too.’ After the 2 owls finished their food, you attached your letter your owl’s leg. ‘This is for mother, a thank you note on behalf of Ollie. I’ll write another when we see his reaction to this-I can’t wait.’ You bid the 2 birds goodbye, watching until they disappear unto the horizon.

Now you turn to face your major problem. You had thought that your mother would have had it placed in a box, rather what you got was a large parcel that is clearly wrapped with parchment, with no subtlety in hiding what it truly is.

~

You had finally manged to sneak the parcel into the Gryffindor boys’ locker room, though it had taken a lot more effort than you thought.

You were just leaving when you had bumped into someone.

‘oopf! Sorr-‘

‘y/n love! What are you doing here?’  Fred wondered, looking over your shoulder, trying to figure out what you were up to. ‘You missed the whole practice.’

‘ohh it’s nothing really----Ayyeee! Not so fast!’ You grabbed Harry’s shoulder, preventing him in enter any further. In all honestly, you hadn’t hidden Oliver’s surprise well, there aren’t a lot of hiding places in the changing room. Determined to not ruin the surprise, you need, you must get Oliver to see it first. ‘Had any of you seen Oli-‘

Right then you heard his unmistakably Scottish accent. ‘I’m just saying George, with this new and improve game plan, we are for sure going win the House Cup!’

‘Oliver!’ You shouted, pushing your boyfriend and Harry aside to reach him. ‘Come quick, I’ve got something to show you!’ With all your strength you hauled him to move faster.

‘What is it now y/n? Can’t you see I’m……..’ Oliver had come to a stop. Based on his sudden lack of complaining, you knew he spotted it.

‘It’s a gift from mum and dad. We thought it would future help your chances to be in the professional league.’ You noted. ‘I wasn’t sure which one of these was your locker, so I decided to just hide it behind the benches.’

Oliver hurriedly torn away the wrappings. ‘Oh my…. y/n! A FIREBOLT!’ He turned towards his teammates with eyes watery. ‘A FIREBOLT, A 1993 EBONY WOOD WITH BIRCH TWIGS FIREBOLT!’ He declared with glee.

Too caught up in your cousin’s precious reaction to your gift, you however had failed to noticed Fred displeasure.

‘I think I’m gonna be sick. So much for a girlfriend.’ He grumbled to George. ‘Excuse me.’ Shoving his broom to Harry, Fred walked out of the locker room.

The next thing you knew, you were spinning through the air. Oliver had lifted you in celebration, ‘Thank you y/n thank you so much!’ He mumbled into your hair. ‘Pass on my gratitude to Aunty and Uncle.’  

‘Wait? Did you just say Aunty and Uncle?’ voiced a very confused Harry.

‘Yea.’ Confirmed Oliver. ‘Y/n is my cousin.’

George’s bafflement turned into a startle. ‘You’re joking right?’

‘No, why would be joking George?’ You frowned. ‘Didn’t you know?’

‘Nope’ He replied, popping the “p”. ‘Now it clears everything up. Freddie is going to be--.’

‘Speaking of, where is Freddie?’ You scanned around, wondering where he might have gone to. Which was when you spotted Harry holding up not one but two brooms. ‘Harry…’

‘y/n listen…..Freddie is uhh ’ George was trying to come up how to break it to you gently.

When Harry blurted out. ‘He left.’

‘He whot?’ demanded Oliver.

‘He left, said something about being sick of his girlfriend.’ Commented Harry frankly. ‘owhh!’

Even though it would have been too late to stop Harry from spitting out more wrongfully worded sentences- the damaged has been done- It still made George happy to put some sense into him. Praying that a smack on the head would have made Harry shut up, George took control of the situation, hoping it could still salvage the weakening remain of his twin’s and y/n relationship.

‘Listen y/n. Regarding my idiot brother, you got to know that he, like everyone else in the room, had thought that you and Oliver were flirting with each other.’

‘eww!’ You couldn’t control your reflex.

‘yeah, his emotions got to the best of him when he witnessed everything that got down here and stormed out because of jealousy.’

‘Oh gosh.’ You head towards the door, you could see a red figure walking towards the castle, kicking at fallen leaves every now and then. ‘I’ve got to get to him.’

You felt someone grab your arm ‘No let me handle this y/n.’ voiced Oliver. ‘I’m part of this… complication after all, besides I bet Fred’s fuming right now and as your older cousin, I am willing to take the heat and make him see reason until he has finally calmed down to talk to you with a clear head.’ He explained reassuringly.

‘But---

‘No buts.’ Oliver kissed your forehead. ‘Stay here and send for him back so all this misunderstanding could be sorted out. Now…’ he addressed Harry to get his new firebolt. ‘I’ve got a relationship to fix.’ Oliver hopped on the broom and sped away.

~

‘Fred! Fred!’ Screamed Oliver.

Fred choose to ignore him, picking up his pace.

Leaving Oliver with no choice but to cut him off.

‘WEASLEY!’ Oliver jumped off his broom.

‘Get Out of My Way Wood!’ Fred raised his hand to shove the other boy away but met with resistance. ‘I SAID GET OUT!’ Fred tried to free his fist from Oliver’s grasp, but the older boy was much stronger.

‘Not until you calm down and listen to what I have to say.’

‘Fine.’ Oliver let go of him, he raised his arms high in surrender. ‘y/n sent you, didn’t she?’

‘No. I came here on my own will. I told her to stay behind to protect her.’ Oliver confessed.

‘To protect her?’ scoffed Fred. ‘From what? From me?’

‘Yes, as a matter of fact.’

‘Oh of course, it’s HER who needs protecting and not me. Not me, after I see you both shamelessly act so close to one another, closer, might I tell you then her own boyfriend! If was as if I wasn’t there’

‘Fred,’

Fred brushed his hand away, ignoring Oliver’s interruption. ‘When did you two get so close anyway? You know at first, I tried to pass it off as friendship but as time when on, I could help but think-‘

‘Y/N IS MY COUSIN!’ blurted Oliver, unable to hear another person thinking that they were other than family. ‘THERE’S NOTHING GOING ON BETWEEN US!’

‘what?’  

‘Apparently for some reason most of you lot don’t know. George and Harry were just as surprised too. But yes, y/n is my cousin, on my father’s side. My father and her mother are brothers and sisters. I thought with all these years we’ve known each other that you’d know we’re related. Guess I was wrong.’

‘I….I didn’t know.. I’m sorry.’

‘Apology accepted but we both know there is someone more deserving of hearing that apology.’ Oliver nodded towards the locker room. ‘She’s there waiting.’

‘Thank you, Oliver.’ He held out his hand. ‘Friends?’

‘Friends’ Oliver shook his hand, the stared straight into his eyes. ‘BUT…’

‘but?’

‘But if you hurt her again Weasley, you have me to answer for, that is of course after she’s done her share.’ Without another word, Oliver flew off, testing out his new gift.

~

Fred ran full speed ahead, praying that he didn’t completely ruin a wondering 3-year relationship with the girl of his dreams. Before entering the room, he conjured up a bouquet of your favourite flowers, hoping that could help out his image.

Testing the waters, he called. ‘y/n? are you in here love?’

‘In here’ you sighed. He hated hearing you so sad. He hated it more that it was him causing you to feel that way.

Cautiously he made his way to you with arms outstretched. You accepted the flowers, to that he let himself relax a bit, bringing them up to you nose, you noted. ‘They smell nice, thank you.’

Fred was grateful that you hadn’t scolded him off on his baseless jealousy, still he knew he had to apologize and win his girl back. Kneeling in front where you sat, Fred took your hands and poured out his heart.

‘Y/n, I am sorry. I made a huge mistake, I… I got jealous of how you had gotten close to Oliver this year.’ He confessed.’ Ever since the start of this year, I thought that Oliver was stealing you away from me. I thought that perhaps you two had something going on behind my back.’

Chuckling to himself he continued. ‘I didn’t even realise that you were cousins until he told me just now. I feel so stupid. 3 years together, 5 years of knowing you. It was so obvious.’ Fred closed his eyes.

‘Still, with my worries, I should have asked, asked what you and Oliver were.’ He stressed. ‘I should have come and talked to you, to sort this out like what a, healthy, trusting and understanding relationship would. But instead I keep all my doubts and insecurities brew, I went deep into my own conclusions that were without evidence, I let my jealousy get the best of me.’

Fred brought your knuckles to his lips. ‘y/n love, I’m sorry. I love you and if you want a space, I understand. But there is no a day in this world where I would not rather be back in your loving arms. I hope that you could forgive me.’

‘Freddie, I forgive you.’ You cup his tear stained cheek. ‘It was just a stupid misunderstanding.’

Gesturing for him to sit beside you ‘I thought it was common knowledge that Oliver and I are cousins. Apparently not. Yes, we weren’t that close before.’ You admitted.  ‘But we really did get to know each other in the summer. 5 weeks either being sounded by adult relatives or small children, we hung out often, being the only 2 cousins similar in age.’

You return back into a more serious tone. ‘Of course, I did wish you had voiced it out, we could have avoided this conflict altogether. So, promise me this. Whatever problems may arise, before we delved into our own assumptions, we would always talk it out. Alright?’

‘I promise.’

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I mean, I have seen ppl who ship techno/phil so unfortunately dream was not,,, entirely wrong. It's just dumb tho bc there's parts of sbi twt that are gross and we don't like to think about, there's parts of dt twt that are gross and we don't like to think about, we all just collectively block those ppl and move on bc it's weird! Tis the mature thing to do, and judging the entire fandom for a few is,,,, dumb

o absofuckinlutely like i aint seen anythin w wack shippin a sbi Thank God but i aint so shortsighted to say it Isnt a thing ppl can do. because people are wack. and wack ppl are Everywhere. sbi or dteam fans . All Wack

the clip in particular is actually Weird for different reason than jus anons were sayin imo cuz actually. dream jus Brought Up the ppl who do that wack shippin phil/techno or phil/wilbur. idk if ill put the full clip i got cuz idk if i Want to dish into that cuz sometimes things lose context when rbed and i have too big of a followin here for it Not to get rbed yknow

but essentially: the combining of their ‘twitter’ stant groups sleepytwt and dreamtwt or whatever its called was brought up by techno tellin to phil how they ‘teamed up’ to rig the vote in their favour. techno called it bedtimetwt

convo moved on cuz phil and techno literally just confused each other n got off track then techno spilt water on his laptop. phil started laughing at his chat because people were yelling about the ‘merging’ of the twitter groups. 

techno said it Wasnt a merge more an alliance and did his Close To Mic thing saying ‘ill be honest dream your twitter stans scare me sometimes’ n was laughing about seeing like. tweets of ppl freaking out that george Cant be in a relationship n was comparing it to him being like a Famous celebrity and them being 14 yo fans and said something like ‘cmon your 14 you cant date him’. it was all goofin more than i can express cuz phil was doin his Laugh in the bg the whole time. 

techno was like ‘some of your guys are weird dream we dont want to merge but an ALLIANCE!’ dream started saying ‘its in both’ (objectively true that Wack is in Both)

techno says ‘nobody has ever questioned if im dating someone okay’ and like. true. THEN dream says ‘well people have shipped you and phil, phil and wilbur....’ n techno interjects that hes Not talking about that because he kinda wasnt skghlskhg

BUT YEA. THIS WAS LONG. felt like explaining i guess. but absolutely ppl will be weird Everywhere but its Also weird how this convo played out

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Statement of Patton Sanders

Author’s note: Anon, this is probably not what you meant, but, hey! Here you go!

Summary: Statement of Patton Sanders regarding a series of accidents. Statement recorded live from subject, February 7th, 2021, by Logan Sanders—no relation—Head Archivist of The Magnus Institute, London.

(Necessary bg info: The Magnus Institute is an organization that takes and investigates statements about paranormal experiences. Jurgen Leitner is a character who collected books with supernatural powers.)

Warnings: This is a The Magnus Archives AU, so if you’ve listened to that you should know what to expect. Body horror (cut off fingers, broken neck), nondescriptive vomiting, blood mention, food mention. Child abuse, sort of. It's in a story in this story. No character death or villain characters.

Word Count: 3289

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“Hey, we have the same glasses.”

“Yes, I suppose we do—Do you need help with the chair? Oh, you’ve got it.”

Patton and the other man sat down on opposite sides of a desk. He was a weary-looking, bespectacled man who couldn’t have been much different in age from himself, although slivers of premature gray were visible in his hair.

The man—an archivist, he’d introduced himself as—leaned forward to turn on a tape recorder. It seemed a little old-fashioned, but it certainly did fit in with the overall vibe of the place (recording on a laptop would have probably felt out of place), and Patton didn’t mind. This would be much easier than hand-writing his entire statement.

The archivist cleared his throat. “Statement of Patton Sanders regarding a series of accidents. Statement recorded live from subject, February 6th, 2021, by Logan Sanders—no relation—Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.”

Patton shifted in his seat. The archivist sat across him, looking at him expectantly. The tape recorder lay innocently on the desk between them, the tape inside slowly turning with a quiet tick. They sat in the basement of the oft-mocked Magnus Institute. They were in an office, but even here the walls were lined with bookcases, stacked with boxes upon boxes, each of them, it appeared, filled to the brim with folders, or with cassette tapes. Other peoples’ statements, presumably. Patton wasn’t sure how he felt about that. His story just being one of hundreds more, maybe thousands, in those boxes.

“Do I just… start?” he asked.

The archivist adjusted his glasses. “Yes, please.”

He nodded, swallowed, and even before he’d fully decided where to begin, he spoke. The words came surprisingly easily.

“I used to work at a library in my home town, back in the US. It’s a little town in Florida, almost at the border with Georgia, pretty near the coast. I don’t… I don’t work there anymore, of course. But at the time—this was about three years ago, back in 2017—I was there most days.

“One day we got this book in the return bin. It was weird. Not one of ours. It didn’t have a title that I could see, but there was a label on the inside cover. It was a bit smudged, but the last name was Leitner. I don’t know if it belonged to them, or if that was the author… I don’t know. It doesn’t matter, I guess.”

He noticed that the archivist suddenly seemed very interested in what he was saying, even leaning forward to hear.

“I was about to move the book over to the donations bin—I figured that’s what it was, you know, just a book somebody didn’t want, and decided to give to us rather than throw away, and got the wrong bin by mistake. But… I don’t know. Something about it just drew me in. I have no idea what; usually I go more for cookbooks, or crafts stuff, or um, lighter fiction. Not… that.”

He tried for a weak smile, but the archivist didn’t seem open to humor. Which Patton have once found awkward, but now it was almost a relief. He wasn’t sure how to make his story funny.

“So I took it out of the return bin, and I put it on my desk, instead. I was busy right then, but when I had a free moment, I sat down to take a look at it. It was old and worn, and like I said, there was no title. But it had this… weird feeling to it. Something off about it. I didn’t like it at all. But it was like I had to open it.

Patton sighed, glancing away. Suddenly, he felt on the edge of tears.

“And I made the biggest mistake of my life, and I opened that book.

“It was a story about a child who keeps refusing to do his chores. His mom would give him things to do, and the kid would say, ‘Yes, I’ll do them!’ but then as soon as the mom leaves, he’d drop the broom or whatever and run off to play with his toys instead. And as time goes on the mom gets more and more tired of this, because she has to do all the chores he doesn’t want to do.

“So, she takes him aside, and tells him sternly that he has to do his chores, or there would be consequences. And of course, he doesn’t listen, because he’s a kid.

“So the next day, takes him aside again, and tells him again to do his chores, and he continues not to. And it continues like that for ten days. But on the tenth day, the mom trips on the broom that the kid left in the middle of the floor, and she hurts herself. Very, um… very badly. She… breaks her neck. But she gets up off the floor, and her neck is all… it’s bent at a 90 degree angle. And there’s blood on the floor. I remember that page very vividly. Most of the book was in black ink, with some—” He made a face, “—illustrations. In the picture on that page, the blood was red.

“So, the mom… she goes to the kid, her neck all wrong, and she tells him, ‘You’re going to clean until your fingers fall off! Which… he does. She makes him clean, and clean, and clean. He has to scrub the floor, and when he finishes, she makes him start all over again, and again, and again. And, one by one, his fingers just… fall off.”

Patton was silent for a moment.

“On the last page of the book, there was a handprint. It wasn’t printed, you know, with ink. It was stuck in with a dark substance. I like to think maybe it was chocolate or something… but I doubt it. The weirdest thing about it, though, was that it had no fingers.

“When I closed that awful thing, I looked up, and it was dark outside. I’d apparently been reading for hours. I want you to understand—this wasn’t a big book. Maybe twenty pages, tops. And I’d found it near the start of my shift. I have no idea where all that time went, or how I didn’t notice it passing. Or why no one came in to disturb me. It’s like no one came to the library that entire day. I lived in a small town, like I said, but it wasn’t that small. We usually had people trickling in and out, even on slow days. Retired people who needed something to do, school kids doing homework, you know. You have a library here, you should understand, even if yours is more, uh… specific. So, it was really strange that no one had come in at all.

“Anyway, it was a horrible, horrible book. It was like someone set out to write a kids’ book about why they should do their chores, but instead of that, it was this nightmare version. I really didn’t want to add it to our library. Where would you even put a book like that? So I didn’t put it in the donation pile like I’d planned. But I also didn’t seem… able to just, like, get rid of it. I couldn’t just throw it away. Not because it was old and weird and maybe worth some money, no, more like… I don’t know. I just couldn’t do it. It’s hard to explain. So I put it in my desk, went home, and tried to forget about it.

“I’ll admit that, at the time, my apartment—my flat, you call ‘em here—wasn’t the cleanest back then. And thinking of that book, I kind of wanted to clean it. But also… I really didn’t. Thinking of that book made me very aware of the mess, but I kept thinking of that kid and the way his fingers just fell off, one by one, with that horrifying mom with her broken neck just watching, and then that handprint in the back of the book.

“I thought maybe whoever owned the book last, that Leitner person or whoever, put the handprint in there as some kind of joke. Just tilted up their fingers so they didn’t touch the page, to make it look like they didn’t have any. But I guess I kinda doubted that, even then.

“I made dinner that night, fed Jim and Pam—they’re my cats—and I left the plates in the sink to clean the next day.

“In the morning, they were stacked on the counter, perfectly clean. I tried to tell myself maybe I’d cleaned them and forgot, or maybe the cats had…. Somehow bumped them, and licked them clean, and it had just coincidentally looked purposeful. I don’t know. Pam liked to jump up on tables.

“I’d almost put it out of my head when the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting any visitors, but sometimes a couple of my friends would drop by at random, so I might not have thought much of it, except that my cats suddenly started acting different. Scared. They were hissing, and they ran off to hide. That wasn’t like them at all. …I didn’t answer the door.

“A half hour or so passed, and I figured whoever it was was probably gone, so I went to peek out the front window. Sure enough, whoever it was… if there ever even was anyone out there… was gone. But there was a box sitting on the welcome mat. Plain cardboard, no shipping label or address or anything.

“I should have left it alone. It probably wouldn’t have changed anything, but… who knows.” He let out a heavy sigh. “It doesn’t matter. I didn’t leave it alone. I looked around, I wanted to make sure no one was there. No one was, as far as I could tell, so I opened the door.

“The box was small, maybe 6 inches long, a little less tall and wide than that—err, I’m not sure what that is in metric. Maybe like… 15 centimeters?”

The archivist waved him off. “It’s fine.”

“Sorry. So the box was small, and it was very light when I picked it up, which was honestly a bit of a relief at the time. I could practically hear one of my friends, Virgil, screaming at me about mail bombs. He’s a pretty cautious guy. Now I think maybe he had the right idea.

“I thought maybe the box was empty, even, until I stepped over the threshold and… and I uh, felt something rolling around in there.”

He shuddered at the memory.

“I brought it into the kitchen and opened up the box. Inside was… inside was a single, human finger, cut off just below where the joint would have been on the person’s hand.

“I felt sick. I was sick. I barely made it to the trash can. I remember my cats still didn’t come back to see what was going on, which was unusual for them. Normally they were very nosy little guys. It was like they knew something was very, very wrong. I don’t blame them for staying away.

“I called the cops right away, of course. Or, as soon as I’d calmed down enough to dial the number. I mean, course I did. Someone had dropped off a finger at my door.

“The lady on the phone was very nice, but I don’t think she believed me at first. Or maybe she just couldn’t understand what I was saying. I was a little upset, obviously. Eventually, though, the police did show up. They took the box, asked me some questions, and they left.

“That night, I was in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes, trying to forget the whole thing. I was almost done, but then, somehow… the garbage disposal turned itself on. Something wrong with the wiring, they told maybe. I was so surprised that I dropped the plate I was holding, and the stack of dishes shifted, and somehow, my hand ended up… my finger went down the drain. Into the garbage disposal. It all happened so fast. One second I was just washing a plate, humming the intro to Steven Universe, and the next….

“I scrambled to turn it off, but it was too late. I grabbed a dish towel and drove myself to the hospital in a panic. Only remembered later to send someone to look after the cats.

“They couldn’t save my finger, even if they had tried. There wasn’t anything left to save.

“A week later, I got another package. Left at my door, just like the last one. Identical to the first, but this time it was a different finger. Maybe from the same hand, but it wasn’t like I looked at it long enough to know for sure. And I’m not a doctor. I called the cops again, and they came. They weren’t much help. They poked around a bit, talked to the neighbors, and told me to get a security camera. I did do that.

“I was very careful that day, remembering what had happened last time, even though I knew it was ridiculous. What, some crazy person leaves a severed finger on my doorstep, and that somehow makes me lose my own in a freak accident? …But I was careful, anyway. And nothing happened that day. But the next morning, when I went to go to work… I slammed the car door shut on my finger.

“It kept happening. The same plain cardboard boxes left at my door. The camera always seemed to cut out when they were delivered, although once I swear I caught a glimpse of a silhouette. It looked… wrong, though. Maybe it was a tree casting a shadow or something. No one’s head looks like that.

“I stopped calling the police, eventually. They didn’t help. Just asked the same questions, swore they were doing all they could, and left. I stopped opening the boxes, too. I tried throwing them out, burning them, kicking them into the gutter. I went to stay with my friend Virgil, but the box found me there, too. I moved twice. It didn’t seem to matter. Every week, a box would show up, and within a day or two, even if I never even opened my front door or looked at the box, I’d lose another finger. Until….”

Patton looked down at his lap, where his hands sat. Where each finger should be, they instead ended in neat little stubs just after the knuckle. They were remarkably even, considering that he’d lost each one in different ways, in different weeks. One after the other.

“After that, it finally stopped. My hands healed as much as they ever would, and I went back to work—I still don’t know how I kept that job—and I found that book in my desk. I tried to throw it out, but I couldn’t make myself let go of it. I tried to feed it to the paper shredder, but I couldn’t make myself rip out the pages. Eventually I just threw it across the room, and it landed neatly in the pile of donated books. Apparently, it would have let me just… add it to the collection. But I couldn’t let other people read it—What if the same thing happened to them? So I took it home with me.

“I did try to get rid of it on the way there. I stopped by the river, a dumpster… I tried to set it on fire. Imagine trying to get a lighter to work like this. I couldn’t follow through with any of them, though, and not just because of my hands. The book wouldn’t let me. Or I wouldn’t let myself. I don’t know which it was, really. Maybe I was afraid something worse would happen if I managed to destroy it. I don’t know.

“I locked it away. Buried it where I couldn’t see it. Still, it was like it was calling to me, telling it to hold it, to read it, to place my own hand over that awful handprint. It was driving me crazy. The cats wouldn’t go near the room it was in.

“I tried to ignore it. To forget about it. For a while, I thought it was working. I was still constantly aware of where it was, but it got easier to ignore.

“Then, one day, the doorbell rang. It was another box. Inside was a single, severed toe.”

A silence stretched between them, yawning between Patton and the archivist. The tape recorder ticked on. A tear rolled down Patton’s cheek. When he continued, his voice was choked.

“I will never forgive myself for what I did next, but I couldn’t go through that again. Please don’t judge me. I know it’s unforgiveable. But you can’t understand what it was like, not if you’ve never been through something like that.  I knew it was the book by now, that was doing this to me, and I had to be rid of it. I still couldn’t destroy it, but I could… give it away. So I went and I got the book, and I wrapped it up as best I could, and I wrote ‘DO NOT READ’ on the package in capital letters. And I gave it away. I don’t know who I gave it to, and I don’t want to know. I drove across town, stopped at a random house, and stuffed the book in their mailbox. I can only hope they never read it.”

Patton let out a shaky breath. “It worked.”

The archivist’s face was impassive.

“After that was all finally over, I decided I needed to get out of there. Not just out of the town, but as far as I could get. I had family in the UK, and one of my friends studied abroad here and loved it, plus you guys speak English, so it seemed like as good a place to go as any. So I moved. Nothing else has happened since. I don’t have any fingers, but at least I have all my toes, and I’m rid of that awful book. I’ve tried to forget the whole thing, which as you might imagine, is a little difficult, but I try. Still, when one of my coworkers mentioned this place—I work at a shop now, restocking at night, so I don’t have to see the customers—I decided to come. I just want to be rid of this story. So… if you guys can track down that book, stop it from hurting anyone else, please do.” He clenched his hands, as well as he could. “I don’t want its weight on my mind anymore. It’s done enough to me.”

He fell silent.

“Statement ends,” said Logan. The archivist leaned forward and turned off the tape recorder. “Thank you for coming in. You can leave the way you came. Roman, my assistant, will take down your details. We might contact you if we need further information. Do you, by chance, remember the address of the house where you left the book?”

Patton shook his head. “No, I… I didn’t want to know.”

Logan nodded slowly. “Alright. Well… we appreciate your time.”

“I hope my statement… ah, comes in handy,” Patton joked weakly. He almost smiled at the gobsmacked look on the archivist’s face, the most emotion he’d shown the entire time Patton had been there. And then, he got up, and he left his story behind. He’d given it away to someone else, and he was done with it.

[aspureasit]

1/? I've got a confession and I just gotta say it. I'm not a larrie, haven't been for a long time now but I'm still in a Larrie GC. It's been going on for yrs now and I really like some of the people in it and so I'm scared to admit that I really, really can't stand H. But after today... As this multimillionaire flouts safety during a pandemic while selling his bogus covid merch, fucks directors for roles while basking in the drama and drags one of the few artists I think is genuinely (cont.)

2/? ⁠— talented and kind and sweet and bright and generous and deeply closeted into a pit where Louis must claw his way past accusations of homophobia, laziness, ridicule and trolling all to line his pockets. And then and then he has the NERVE to put out some fucking green and blue socks? Right on time to wave those jingly keys in front of larrie faces: "look away from the ruthless, arrogant asshole behind the curtain". I'm so pissed; in the GC their eating up still in 2021 (cont.)

3/? ⁠—theorizing about coming outs and lamenting Harry's fate and begging for a denial while they swallow BG and pregnancy tests hand over fist with a casual 'lol that's expected, Louis just does stunts (verbatim)'. It's clear to me now I can't do this, I can't pretend to coddle this man anymore. How can Harry be independent enough to send signals via MV and fucking socks but also be so utterly controlled he's just DRAGGED into all this publicity and press and attention. Get fucking real.

4/4 I've just gotta be honest I guess. I don't think I'll change any of their minds but I have to do this for my own sake because I cannot pretend anymore. I turned all my blind eyes but omg, the man is like a bedazzled pimple that just won't go away.

I'm really sorry that you have to put up with their stupidity and hypocrisy. I've said this a lot but larries genuinely are just harries, they just care about him, and his imagine and how hard must all this be for harry, poor harry he suffers just as much as Louis boo hoo. Like, give me a fucking break this bitch has everything handed to him on a silver plate.

If you're friends with them they must understand how you feel about all this even if they don't agree with your opinions. (I have both a larrie friend and a harrie one, and we are still good friends but we don't even mention harry lol)

Sadly you're right, if they're still larries after all that has happened, there's no hope for them. You're much better off without them. The solo louie fandom albeit small, is 100 times better than any other 1d adjacent fandom, we welcome everyone with open arms as long as Louis is your main priority hehe.

My inbox is always open if you wanna talk 💙💙

[lumilasi]

I'm just curious what your thoughts on Shigaraki are. Im praying he gets control back. I would be so sad if the body take over is dragged out. It looks like they are going the save Tomura route which is great but my thought is that means we won't get him back till the end.. I swear if they have Eri rewind him 😤 I hope it's OK to ask you this, if not please ignore and accept my apologies and have a good day. ☀️🌞

Ha ha it’s alright! I don’t mind talking about my favorite character, and musing out my thoughts about what might happen. Of course, keep in mind this is just my thoughts/viewpoint, and I would never say anything I muse out about this is a fact; I’m not the writer after all.  I’m just going over the story bits we already know and considering what could possibly be the story-direction we’re going towards! 

(Also warning, this is probs gonna get a little long-winded because I have a lot of thoughts about this, and Tomura and Izuku’s stories are pretty tightly tied to the larger one at hand about the world they live in.)

To give you a short summary: I think Tomura might indeed stay possessed for a while, and perhaps Izuku could team up with his friends to help save him from this possession. I also don’t think Eri should be using her powers a whole lot right now in the story, given her trauma and age. She needs to heal herself first to avoid unintentionally causing more damage to her mental state. Trauma recovery takes time, often more than what we’ve seen so far in the manga. 

And now for the long-winded explanation (under the cut so this post isn’t ridiculously long:)

So, considering the overall narration and themes Horikoshi has used in the manga, it feels reasonable to say that one of the end goals in all likeness is to “save” those the current society would not bother saving, including Tomura, and especially Tomura, considering his character and story kind of symbolizes the overall failures and problems of this society. His BG touches on so many bad things and problems wrong with the way their world runs currently.

(Apathy from people being over-reliant on heroes, lack of proper help for mental health, hero idol worship that makes people neglect their families over their duty as a hero, abusive parental figures, dehumanization, etc.)

Izuku’s main goal, the goal of his story after all, is to become the greatest hero as the beginning narration expressed. The most reasonable way to do that given the things we’ve been shown about this world, is to do something none of the current heroes would; save those deemed “unfit” to be saved. It’s not only something personally fitting to Izuku’s character, but holds larger symbolic meaning for the overall narrative. I actually saw somebody discuss this particular topic in a post a while back, that put it better than I ever could. 

(click the link if you’re curious to read it, it’s a pretty interesting one)

Now, what that saving means in practice is likely going to be more complicated, since the people in question have done bad things that deserve consequences, and I won’t deny that. 

However, one of the biggest issues is, that the way this society functions seems to kind of be the very source of these villains doing bad things. If only somebody would’ve bothered to pick up this scared kid walking on the street before AFO got to him, none of what is happening now would have happened. (or at least, it would’ve been someone else in worst case scenario)

So, to go back on what you actually asked about; I do think that in order to reach the goal Izuku was set, he does need to free Tomura from that possession, that’s probably the least he can and should do. 

In that sense, it would honestly make sense it would happen close to the end of the story as the best way to symbolize Izuku becoming the greatest hero - saving even the person who everybody else likely deemed unworthy of saving. 

Not to mention, I recall Horikoshi mentioning that he planned the ending to be something where heroes and villains have to team up to reach an end goal of sorts. Izuku teaming up with Tomura’s friends to save Tomura could fit into this concept. 

As for Eri...her rewind powers are bit of a...yeah. I also have lot of thoughts about that so bear with me.

They’re pretty difficult from narrative perspective, because they come off very “deus ex machina” or “magical fix all” that removes any stakes, and I’ve seen from the fandom people wishing Eri to just magically fix everything each time somebody is horribly injured, which...that’s a tad disturbing to me? Asking this little traumatized girl who’s seen lot of horrid injuries and gore to view MORE of it potentially, to heal your favorites? Even if she’d want to do it willingly (which she probably would out of gratitude) she’s, what, six? 

(yes I know this is fiction and I might be taking this a bit too seriously, but I am also looking at this from the narration point of view, and her doing these magic fixes would also actually be bad for the story narration IMO, I’ll explain below)

She’s just a child, she probably can’t really grasp yet what she can and can’t handle, when it comes to her trauma, and what is and isn’t good for her.  Eri “magically fixing everything” is an absolute no from me, both for her own sake and from narration perspective. 

Like I get it, anybody would be sad when their fave gets hurt, I am too, but Eri’s a traumatized child, and tbh having her magically fix everything at her current state would in my eyes go against the point the narrative is trying to make, about the need for change and doing things better from the previous generation. Her rewinding these “changes” in the story, as a traumatized kid, is basically holding up the status quo that is harmful. Using somebody’s remarkable power out of duty to do good while potentially ignoring the impact it can have on the individuals own well-being, which basically will hindrance their ability to do said good in the future.

I can let fixing Mirio’s quirk pass, because he wasn’t horrifically injured in a manner that could potentially trigger Eri’s traumas. It was still a tad risky in my eyes to make this kid do it, because even if she did train for it, what if things went horribly wrong and she made Mirio disappear? That would’ve just caused her unnecessary mental anguish. They basically got lucky there that Hori was kind enough to make it work. 

I would not mind so much, if the person having this power wasn’t a traumatized kid basically, in a story that is about a flawed system and the harmful effects it has on the individuals living in it with the way it currently runs. 

So personally, I don’t want to see Eri use her powers at this point in that manner. She’s still recovering herself and probably not mentally ready to handle these things. Once she’s in a mentally better place, older and more capable of understanding what is or isn’t good for her, then she can go ahead and rewind people’s lost limbs left and right and use her quirk as the next generation superhero healer. But not right now, not when she’s still just a kid with horrible trauma.

 Plus, I feel her point in the story was less about her power, and more about her parallels with Tomura; she could’ve become like him if she hadn’t been saved, and in turn, Tenko could’ve been like her if he had been saved. 

So, from narrative point of view, It feels likely (though I could be wrong of course) that Tomura will remain possessed for a while, and Izuku’s end goal (or one of them) is to save him from the possession, and perhaps they’ll work together to defeat AFO. This last part I’m not that sure about though, given we still don’t have all the puzzle pieces. There’s probably a lot more to be learned about AFO himself, that will have an impact on how the story goes. We’ll see.

So yeah. Sorry this is kind of long, but sometimes you need lot of text to properly convey your thoughts xD Plus I’m just kinda used to writing long pieces of text. 

[memoriashell]

not entirely present in mind ( but sentimentally, feelings are always the same )

Characters /  Pairing: Fukawa Touko / Naegi Komaru, ft. WoH in the bg

crossposted on ao3

Notes: day 4 of tokomaru week!! shopping and night out prompts. the warriors of hope get mentioned in the bg as their kids but don't feature heavily in this fic.

tws for abuse / trauma mentions, touko is also slightly out of character because she's drunk ( they are both responsible adults and are safe the entire time! )

Summary:  sometimes it's nice to have a night to themselves.

When you have five kids to look after, it’s rare to for them get a moment to herself. Or a moment with her wife. Much less a night to go out. Well, it’s not like they don’t get to go out with the kids. In fact, she might let them indulge in that perhaps a little too often— or so Touko argues but can’t actually find it in her to say no to. Her point being that they do not get to go out by themselves. That’s usually the case, at least.

Which is why when Touko casually brings up the fact that she finally sealed a deal on her latest manuscript, Komaru uses that as an excuse for them to go out and celebrate. Their anniversary roughly over is a month away anyways, might as well kill two birds with one stone because god knows they will probably be too busy with the kids to actually remember to do much of anything. Not that they really need to, she knows how much they love each other regardless! It’s just fun to have an extra excuse to celebrate.

( And don’t get her wrong: she loves her all five of her kids— most days— she really, really does. And she’s happy she can have the opportunity to raise these kids with her wife, and show both them and her wife what a good, loving family looks like. But it also tires her out to take care of five children, along with her own job, and sometimes they need to take a brief break from it.

...Okay it’s also because Makoto owes her a favor, and she’s very eager to cash in on that favor by getting her brother to help keep an eye on the kids for one evening. It’ll be fine. The kids love him? )

Touko rolls her eyes at her and tells her that she’s being unnecessarily dramatic about all of this when she informs her of their plans, once she works out the details. But Komaru can see the blush that accompanies this and knows that she’s won her over and considers that her personal victory. The only condition she has is to make sure her brother is not the only one watching the kids, which: yeah, fair enough, five kids was hard enough with two of them; so she just asks Makoto to make sure he’s not the only one watching the kids.

She knows Touko hates dressing up nice when they go out— she hardly likes dressing up for her own press releases, and those are like actually important events, so she makes sure it's a pretty casual thing. Most of their outings have always tended to be fairly relaxed, and she thinks both of them prefer it that way. The bare minimum of make-up on her face accompanies one of her nicer outfits; which is still a notable effort on her part, but doesn’t make too big of a deal about it.

( She can deduce that Syo probably had a hand in that choice, and just hopes they hadn’t bothered her about it too much. They’re usually good at recognizing limits, and if nothing else, she doesn’t like assuming the worst of their intentions )

Dinner goes well, once she can get Touko to feel less self-concious about herself. Not that it’s a bad thing that she is, it’s not her fault, and she knows she’s trying her best; it’s just more enjoyable when she doesn’t have to worry as much about how she’s feeling. Alright, the glass(es) of wine that she’d had might have also helped with that, but she seems to be handling it pretty well, so she’s not too worried. Even when it became apparent that some of her anxiety had been amplified by the alcohol, but again she seems to be handling it okay. She’s only slightly tipsy...okay, maybe a little more than slightly, but they’re responsible adults. Or, uh, have to be because Masaru won’t take to them being drunk well, and bringing up that trauma is not something she wants to do. And also because technically they’re supposed to grab groceries on the way home. Not exactly the most romantic end to a date night, but sacrifices must be made.

Now only if Komaru could convince her wife to let go of her long enough for her to go shopping, keeping her voice low as not to disturb her too much. “You could nap off some of the alcohol here in the car while I go shopping?”

“Noooo...” She whines around the bottle of water in her mouth, free hand gripping to her arm like her life depends on it. Komaru can easily pry her off, but she’d rather not do that. “Don’t leave...leave me alone. If I do...you won’t c-come back.”

That melts her heart a little. In like, a sad way; being reminded of her wife’s deep-rooted insecurities is never a nice thing. Komaru taps her wedding ring, which effectively gets her attention after a few minutes. “This is pretty good proof that I’m going to come back, right? But if you don’t feel like sleeping, you can come inside. You think you can handle sitting in the cart?”

“Uh huh. I...can sit fine, d-d-dumbass.” Touko responds in a very unconvincing way, but it does get her to let go at the very least.

“M’kay. Let me get out, so I can help you.”

“Can do...get it myself.” She argues, but also makes no effort to do anything other than sip at her water. For good measure, Komaru grabs a second bottle to slip into her purse; in case she manages to down all of that while they’re inside. She lets her lean against the side of the car while she grabs a cart, and watches her halfway launch herself into a flip to get over the side of the cart. Which was more Syo like behavior, so she figures they might be co-fronting? It wouldn’t be anything she wasn’t used to, but she should probably keep a close eye on them just in case.

“You’re okay?” She asks just to be sure, reaching out to brush the hair out of her face carefully and laughs softly at the way Touko tries to lean into her hand.

“Mhm...I love you.” Her voice is a soft murmur, and yeah it’s not anything she hasn’t heard before, but it still warms her heart to hear. It’s moments like these that make it hard for her to understand why people think so horribly of her. Most people don’t get to see this side of her ( usually, this is more like how she is early in the mornings and late at night, half asleep and vulnerable ) and see how loving she is— scared of loving and being loved. Touko has so much love, she knows the way she loves her and her friends and their kids and knows she is not the person people say she is, that her insecurities make her think she is. Komaru hates knowing all that because she deserves all that love and more, and makes sure she knows it as she presses her lips to the top of her head.

“I love you too! Are you sure you’re up to shopping though? You really don't gotta come with.” If it wasn’t for the fact she knows the kids won’t have breakfast in the morning if she doesn’t go shopping tonight, she’d honestly just call it a night and grab groceries another time.

Though truthfully, shopping with her drunk wife is still less of a hassle than trying to shop with any number of kids. Making sure they stay out of trouble is a chore within itself, and she’s thankful that’s not the case tonight.

“I’m...‘m good. Just go slow..?”

“I can do that.” She beams, even if she thinks that wasn't entirely necessary for her to mention— okay maybe she’s guilty of cart coasting down aisles with her feet off the ground, but that’s just to please the kids. She knows better than to do that with her drunk wife. Probably. She thinks she would realize it is a bad idea to do so ( on account of her getting sick ) before she would actually do so, at least.

Now it’s just a matter of trying to remember where she put their shopping list. It was more convenient to have it typed up on her phone, but it's easier for everyone to add onto if they just leave a notepad specifically for this. Even if on more than one occasion she’s flipped over a shopping list to find several paragraphs of something Touko has no recollection of writing ( that isn’t Syo either ), or realized that Jataro has doodled over half the list without meaning to.

She finally recalls which pocket she’d put it in for safekeeping, and they can get going. Slowly, adding things to the cart...and on top of her wife’s lap. Not that Touko seems to notice, since the next time Komaru checks on her she’s just staring straight up at her, face red. She’s so cute? She seems to realize that she’s got her attention, since she reaches up to tug on her sleeve. “Kotoko and Masaru w-wanted fruit snacks, right...? Don’t forget...”

“Already got it, don’t worry. Made sure to grab the vitamins too.” She reassures, a bit impressed that she manages to be that coherent in recalling that, gently prying her hand from her sleeve; holding it in hers for a moment before carefully dropping her hand back down to rest in her lap. She continues shopping in silence, making sure to double-check the list for anything else she might have missed— or at least make sure she’s not missing anything important.

After a while she has to stop again, when she realizes Touko’s trying to mumble something to her, leaning down to hear her. “Don’t forget the...the fish.”

Komaru’s brows crinkle in confusion. “Fish? Like, the fish snacks, or...?” She doesn’t have anything on the list that matches that description, nor does she remember the kids bringing up any requests along those lines.

“N-Noooo...” She starts to shake her head and then immediately looks like she regrets that choice. “Like, like the ones that go in a tank. Like the kids asked.”

It takes Komaru a minute to figure out what she’s trying to get at, and bites back a snort. “That’s not something we can get at the supermarket. Or that we’re taking care of tonight.”

( To elaborate: the kids recently brought up the prospect of having a pet. With varying degrees of effectiveness. To which they’d said they’d think about, mostly because again, they have their hands full with their kids as it is— but also on the basis that five kids do not agree on any one thing easily, and she can only imagine how much it will take them to agree on one pet. Komaru thinks it’s cute that even while drunk, she manages to be mindful of the kids )

“Oh. Thank fucking god.” She mutters. “I don’t want to be a mother this young.”

This one she has to laugh at, because there’s no way she can stifle herself this time: mostly because, while the implication might seem bad, she knows that’s far from what’s probably happening here ( not consciously, at any rate, she knows she’d had more than her fair share of concerns when the topic of adopting the kids had came up ). “Sweetheart, we are already parents...?”

“Oh...” Touko says, drunken awe in her expression, like this hadn’t occurred to her. “I g-g-guess you’re right...not the same.”

Komaru pats her gently, a smile curling at her lips. She’s curious about what she means by that, but she’ll leave that for another time. “Mhm, sure. Let’s get going, okay?”

There’s nothing inherently romantic about ending a date night by taking care of her drunk wife while doing grocery shopping, but it’s still a nice end to a good night— even if they both end up forgoing doing anything further that night, and just go straight to bed once they get home.

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survey by xflirtykaosx

Alphabetti Spaghetti (1/3)

And we will fall in love with shooting stars. - A

Have you ever seen an Aardvark? I don’t think so.

Were you ever abandoned in a public place as a child? Where? Abandoned is a pretty harsh word lol. My parents did like playing pranks on me and hide whenever I’d get distracted at the grocery or department store. They’d let me get nervous or even tear up for a bit until showing up again.

What accent do you have? I guess just your standard Filipino English accent that’s common among people who were able to take up English studies. I don’t really know how to describe it.

Is there someone in your family addicted to something? What is it? I don’t think so.

Have you ever been under general anaesthetic? What were you having done? I think so? When I had a tooth extraction done on me two years ago I was told I was going to be injected with anaesthesia, but I didn’t feel as if anything changed throughout the procedure. Either my dentist told me fake news lol or he’s just really good at his job for me to not notice anything.

How do you show the ones you love affection? It depends on the person. Around my friends, I know I’ve had taken a liking to them once I start getting especially talkative with them. For people I have even deeper relationships with, I like...buying them gifts, I guess. Getting them things that remind me of them. I would also bend over backwards to do nice deeds for them, like driving them to their destination even if I find it far.

Are you more passive or aggressive? I tend to be very passive aggressive in the way I deal with things.

Do you like the band Aha!? Not in particular.

Do you know anyone called Aidan? What are they like? Nope.

Ever heard of the band Ajax? No but I know that’s a brand of like cleaner or something. That’s close enough to ‘band’ haha.

Do you know anyone called Akash? I don’t either.

Do the sound of fire alarms scare you? They would obviously be scary if it rang for a real reason. Who wouldn’t freak out over a fire?

Do you live in America? If so, which state? If visited, where'd you go? No, and I’ve never visited either. I’d love to take a trip to cities like New York, New Orleans, Portland, and Chicago one of these days.

Have you ever had an ant infestation in your house? Only when there’s food left out accidentally.

Aora - did I spell that correctly? I don’t even know what you’re referring to, so I can’t tell you if you’ve spelled whatever it is right.

Do you have a preference in Apple? What type do you prefer? I don’t quite get this question - like a preference within Apple products? I mean, a phone and a laptop are essentials for me, and generally I do prefer having an iPhone and Macbook over other brands; but I can live without an iPad, an Apple Watch, iMac, Apple Pen, etc...if this is what you mean.

Are you an Aquarian? Is anyone in your family/your partner/best friend? ...You mean Aquarius? No. I don’t believe in astrology nor pay attention to zodiac signs either, so I wouldn’t be able to name Aquariuses that I know right off the bat.

Have you ever worn any type of armor? Which type? I don’t think I’ve ever had to, no.

Do you use the word ass a lot? Kinda, but it’s usually part of a longer word, i.e. asshole, asshat, deadass, etc.

Have you or your family had an attorney? What for? Not to my knowledge.

Is your car/family’s car an automatic gear or manual? Automatic.

Are you interested in aviation, piloting and aircrafts? Just the slightest bit. I would love to learn how to fly a plane, and I would be willing to pay for lessons. It’s just the type of activity that’s super hard to squeeze into an already-hectic schedule of mine.

What was the last award you recieved for? A academic distinction in college.

Axl Rose - like or dislike? Like, but I’m nowhere near a passionate fan. I just don’t have any reasons to actively dislike him.

Do you like air being spelt ayre or ayer in rap or hiphop or is it nasty? I don’t care.

Is the sky outside Azure? If not, what shade is it? No, it’s pitch black.

Belle amour (we've been here before). - B

Do you call anyone baby? Is it sweet or an overrated name for affection? Just my dogs. I find it sweet; it’s my preferred term of endearment if in a relationship.

Bby - does this shortened version bug you? No; my friends and I use this with each other.

Do you know what BC in terms of time stands for? Before Christ, but I prefer using BCE.

BDf - For or against? I don’t know what this is referring to.

Do you prefer beach breaks, city breaks or winter breaks? Why? Beach breaks. Winter break is an immediate cross-out since we don’t even have winter; and I already live and work in an urban area as it is. Beaches are my way to go if I want to escape life for a bit and completely unwind.

Do you spell out boyfriend properly or put bf in texts/online? I can use either depending on what I feel like typing out. It’s not that serious haha.

Do you know what bg is short for? Upon reading this question I immediately thought ‘background,’ but if this question had another meaning in mind I wouldn’t be aware of it.

Do you know anyone with the last name Bhays? No.

Have you ever been bird watching? What did you see? No, doesn’t sound like my kind of hobby.

Do you like Bjork? Not in particular, but just like the Axl Rose question I don’t have anything against her either.

What does this read: bk 2moz miss u lyk fk. Doesn't this text speak annoy? No one types like this anymore at least among people I know, but I imagine it would lowkey bother me a bit.

Do you like BMWs? They’re whatever. I don’t pay attention to cars much.

What is the nearest book to you called? How many times have you read it? There aren’t any books here up on the rooftop.

BnQ - gone there? What did you buy? Idk what that is.

Are you more brainy or brave? I wanna say brainy, if anything? I’m pretty jumpy lol.

Did you like the BSBs (Backstreet Boys) as a kid? How about now? No, I’m a little too young for that generation of artists and groups.

Burgers, Hot Dogs or Salads at a Barbecue? We don’t really practice ~barbecues~ here. But at Filipino parties I would usually flock to lumpia and fried chicken, hehe.

Do you have a Byro? No, because I also don’t know what that is.

Cold eyes and filthy lies all leave me petrified. - C

Do you have a Cactus (Cacti)? No, I don’t like plans.

Do you know what a CCTV is? Yes...?

How many CDs are in the room you are currently in? None where I am right now but I have all of Beyoncé’s albums save for Lemonade in my bedroom. I also have Paramore’s self-titled album and Hayley Williams’ Petals For Armor. My CD collection is about to experience a revival because of BTS, though. My plan to get all versions of all their albums is rock solid, lmao.

What's your favourite cereal brand? Cookie Crisps.

Do you like children's TV shows still? Which one(s)? I’ll revisit an episode or two of shows I watched as a kid at a given time for old times’ sake, but I don’t regularly watch children’s TV shows anymore. I haven’t for a very long time.

Cinnamon - Yum or Yuck? I’m actually kind of in the middle about it. I feel like too many desserts have been banking on cinnamon, so the taste of it can be a little tiring. It’s delicious if I haven’t had it for a while, though.

Do you know anyone with the initials and or name CJ? Quite the opposite; I know PLENTY of JCs, even my sister is one. I know one or two CJs but that’s it.

Have you ever met a self professed clairvoyant? What did they do/say? No.

Do you watch CNN News? What's your prefered news channel/show? I don’t tune into the channel but every once in a while I will encounter a CNN link on social media that I’d actually click on and read through. As for preferred news sources, I don’t have one as there are matters to criticize about 99% of them lol; but I am most likely to trust articles I from AP or Reuters. Just things you pick up as a journalism student. 

How many cousins do you have? I have 9 first cousins. I lose count by the time I try to go beyond that since I don’t even know all of my dad’s cousins, which makes it hard to track who my second cousins are.

Do you still draw with crayons? When was the last time you did? Drew what? I don’t remember anymore.

Do you know what a CSS feed is? What is it? I’m familiar with the term but never bothered to learn about what it is.

Do you like cycling/biking? What type of bike do you have? ...I don’t even know how to ride a bike.

Do you really like it, is it is it wicked. - D

What is the most dangerous animal you've petted/held? I can’t decide between snake or crocodile.

Do you like Death Metal? If so, which band(s)? I wouldn’t say I do.

Did you ever keep a diary/journal? I did a million attempts to keep a diary when I was younger, but I was never able to keep up with any of them and I ended up having 4598358395 notebooks with one or two entries each at most. Having a Tumblr page for surveys has so far been my most successful streak at keeping some type of journal.

Do you prefer small, medium, large or no dogs? I prefer all dogs.

Do you know what DP stands for in porn? Yes.

Have you ever dressed up as a celebrity for a party/Halloween? I went as my favorite female wrestler once. I wouldn’t strictly call her a celebrity, but she’s a very well-known personality in the wrestling industry so she’s popular in that right.

DS or Wii? Why? Wii. I was able to make more memories with it.

Does dust make you sneeze or cough? Sneeze, usually.

How many DVDs do you have all together? Idk, I don’t buy DVDs anymore.

Do you dye your hair regularly, sometimes or never? I’ve never done it.

Every love lies sometimes . . . - E

What's something you refuse to eat? Most fruits.

Don't you think the word ebb is so pretty? I’m neutral about it. I don’t use it a lot.

Do you like Chocolate Eclairs? I love eclairs in general haha. Chocolate eclairs in particular sound delicious.

Ever tried edible paper? Yeah, with the White Rabbit candy.

Eevee - pretty name or too Pokemon-y? Definitely very Pokemon-y. 

Do you sometimes mix up the spellings/meanings of affection and defection? Erm, no? They have completely different spellings and meanings, so I personally have never switched them up.

Do you have a big ego, low self esteem or somewhere in between? I think I’m somewhere in between. I’m insecure about some things about myself, but I don’t really put myself down 24/7. I feel like that would put such a strain on my mental health, which I certainly would never need.

What Element does your starsign fall under? I think earth? My co-workers were just discussing this last Friday, but I couldn’t really butt in since I can’t bring myself to care about astrology. I know they mentioned Taurus being an earth sign though.

Do you show your emotions easily and freely or hide them? Depends...I can do either depending on the situation.

What is your favourite form of entertainment? Korean reality shows are quickly becoming a favorite of mine at the moment. I also like compilation videos on YouTube.

What will they write on your epitaph? I’ve honestly hadn’t put much thought into this yet, and I don’t plan to anytime soon. It just seems like a super grave thing to think about lol.

Estimate/guess what number we are on now? Maybe 60s or 70s?

Do you know basic social etiquette? I mean etiquette will always differ per country or culture, so what is basic in other countries might not be here, and vice versa. I think it’s hard to measure.

Does your country use the Euro, Great British Pound, Dollar or other? Other.

Do you still get excited on Christmas Eve? Yes. Mostly for the free food and the opportunity to see relatives I really only ever see every December 24.

What animal/creature that is extinct do you wish wasn't? Those that went extinct from human activity.

What colour eyes do your parents have? Black/dark brown.

[lycanthrop-ee]

Sires and Sons

Chapter 2 of ? First chapter

A/N: Y’all know what time it is- I really don’t have much to say here except sorry for the cliffhanger ;)

Synopsis: When the twins split two years ago, Janus was tasked with raising Remus. His only help was the evasive and sullen Virgil- who he already had to wrangle like a stray teenager. The endless days in the Dark Side’s Mindpalace were broken only by monthly catch-ups with Patton, and the only thing that ever changed the stories that Janus used to get Remus to bed. This time, though, something was different: secrets were slipping through Janus’ lips- and past the divide between Dark and Light.

Ships: Moceit (probably just bg but I don’t actually know can you tell I’m a professional-)

TW: none! Let me know if there’s anything I should tag, though <3

Word count: 1303

As indirectly promised by the past statement on boredom, he was awoken by Remus’ tiny face four inches from his. When Janus flailed and sputtered, Remus explained himself. 

“I was trying to stare you awake!” He looked at Janus expectantly. “Get it?” 

Jan rubbed his eyes, letting out a tired sigh that turned quickly into a yawn. “Yeah.” 

“You’re supposed to laugh, Jan. Also, I ate your graham crackers,” Remus said, crawling up onto Janus’ bed as though he was scared of being dismissed too early. The older side almost pushed him off, but decided it was too early in the morning to be irritable. He also supposed it could go the other way, but he was feeling somewhat generous.

“Do you want something, Remus?”

“I was thinking.”

“Sure.”

“I want to know what the king was like.” Remus’ voice was calm and curious, as though he had no idea what he’d just said. Janus stuttered as a deep panic clutched him. 

“W- what?!”

“From the story?” The kid looked taken aback by Janus’ reaction, and after a couple moments of confusion it clicked. Janus let out a deep breath, blinking his bleary eyes tightly.

“From the story… God. Okay Remus, hold- hold on.” Remus looked scared, and Janus imagined how it would feel to have someone flip out on him like that. “I’m... sorry, kid.” He paused. “It’s early.” 

“...Okay.” Confusion still rang through his voice, and the fact that he couldn’t explain gnawed at Janus as he stood from his bed, stretching. He told Remus to wait as he went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He stood before the little side, and couldn’t help smiling at the kid’s bright face. Apparently Remus’ Vitamin D deficiency hadn’t yet reached his young features- it was still startling, even after all these years, and it stung him when Janus realized it was probably because his skin didn’t have anything to miss. This dark house was all he remembered.

“Can I tell the story over breakfast?” He spoke tiredly. The kid nodded, and they stumbled from Jan’s room together. The older side’s face twisted as a creeping feeling came over him. “...Re. How long were you watching me sleep?” 

His playful unease wasn’t helped in the slightest by Remus’ incessant giggling.

“The kingdom’s castle was full of cheer most days, with the tiny princes running around and whooping as the pâtissier chased them good-naturedly. Even so, there were fears and trials in the shadows of each royal’s mind.”

Remus was immediately interested.

“The baker’s job to float the mood of the castle weighed on him- every unpleasant feeling that crept to him was ignored and buried, only rearing its ugly head when he was alone. Eventually, the power of these mood swings had begun to startle him- and thus he elected to avoid those too. To this day, the emotions festered and bred deep in his stomach, collecting like a land mine waiting to detonate. He would rather die himself in the explosion than spread the damage over the people around him.

“The advisor had a similar problem. He existed for his intelligence, and only that. His brain is what brought him food and housing, friends and family. The glasses that perched on his nose were merely superfluous- he didn’t often need physical sight to advise the King- but he had accepted them as a luxury that may help his performance through quality of life. Irrespective, the advisor was human, and he had needs and thoughts outside of his work- the most prominent of which was his heart. It was mentioned earlier that only rarely a smile could be coaxed from him- and here is the reason. The advisors heart was fully functioning, pumping the correct amount of love and happiness through him- but with those feelings came fear.

“The biggest cause of fear in him was being forgotten- ignored. Losing his job and the love that he felt for it, losing his... coworkers. He couldn’t afford off days: what if there was an important decision for the King to make and he wasn’t in the right headspace? To avoid this situation, the advisor put all his energy into maintaining his facade- cool, smart, and calm. Like the pâtissier, he shuttled all other feelings away, hiding his fear and happiness both. He kept his eye on his only purpose, not seeing the unconditional love flowing towards him. His fear barred him from the truth- he wasn’t an employee, he was a part of the Royal family as much as the little princes were- as much as the King was.”

Remus had finished his bowl of cereal, sitting in his chair with legs swinging impatiently.

“What about the King? You told me you’d talk about him,” The child interrupted. Janus nodded. 

“I was just getting to him, Re.”

“And what about the princes? Are they actually sad, too?” Janus huffed a laugh, sizing up Remus’ little, carefree face.

“No, not yet.” This was clearly not the answer Remus had hoped for, but he would accept it as it was time to learn about the leader of the Light Side.

“The King was powerful and just, humorous and kind. His nonformal air was complemented nicely with the wisdom of his advisor, and his kingdom adored him unconditionally. Of course, he would be nothing without his Royal Family- they balanced the workload of a King almost equally, all working ceaselessly to keep the King in good humor and health. In return, he gave them a lavish home, grand titles, and a loving family.” Janus sat back, and Remus was quiet too for a moment.

“...Is that all?”

“That’s all.”

“That’s all?” Janus’ eyebrows raised at the thinly veiled protest.

“...For now.”

It was almost a question as he said it, but it seemed to appease the child, who nodded solemnly and hopped off his seat. Janus dragged his hands over his face, tired already.

Remus had demanded that they go outside and play Kings and Princes- he’d insisted on being the king, tugging at Janus’ heartstrings as he agreed. On the way home, Remus’ tiny hand fit into the adult’s lightly scaled one- there was no reason to keep it gloved anymore, it’d be months before Patton’s next visit- and the young side spoke again of the story he’d quickly become attached to.

“Why don’t the characters ever do anything? You just talk about them.” 

Janus considered his answer.

“I’m not sure what they’d do.”

“They’d have to solve a problem of the King’s- or maybe go on a quest- or-” 

Janus smiled as the kid rattled off a charged list of endeavors for the newly introduced crew, but his mind wandered. 

The paths the Dark Sides often explored weren’t dreary in any sense, but the wooded hollows they were forced to stick to were quiet different from the sunlit corridors of the remote forests. The trees here were mostly coniferous, tainting the air with the smell of pine sap. There were less predetermined trails- they were unnecessary, as the trees were already well separated and the ground was covered in orange needles. It would’ve been easy to get lost had the door back to the Mindscape been set in any liniar location, but it floated around the the whim of those around it. Still, it was a pleasant place for long walks, and Jan often only conjured the door once Remus’ cheeks grew pink with fatigue.

It was getting about that time, too, when Janus pulled up short.

The door was visible through the trees, and around it two figures. One of which was familiar- short and curly-haired- and the other less so, but recognisable. 

The smaller of the two turned, waving- and Janus could pinpoint the exact moment that Patton’s eyes fell on Remus.